Congratulations to Mrs RM on successfully escorting BRAPA to South Yorkshire completion yesterday, a day when the #PrayForBRAPA and #PrayForMrsRM hashtags were competing thru’ the day. I do worry about her hearing though. As we headed towards that Broken Seal micro I told her she’d recognise it as the street where I’d “Photocopied her Viva*… Continue reading SQUID GAINS IN SG1
VIVA LA STEVENAGE
Ah, Stevenage, the Skelmersdale of the South. Actually, it’s not that bad. There’s a few good estate pubs for a start. And the hospital where Mrs RM spent 48 hours in labour. But enough of that, for now. We walked the mile from the Beefeater into the Old Town, the first Stevenage tourists since it… Continue reading VIVA LA STEVENAGE
KICKING OFF IN KNEBWORTH
I can’t quite believe it, but I’ve checked The Spreadsheet and it appears I did no pubs at all on New Year’s Day. This is what it feels like, when pubs cry etc. etc. But on the Sunday Mrs RM joined me on a trip South to see assorted parents, friends and hangers-on to kick-start… Continue reading KICKING OFF IN KNEBWORTH
NEW YEAR’S EVE IN RICHMOND
One last tick in 2021, on a rather quiet New Year’s Eve in Richmond, the Bewdley of the North. It seemed only a few months since I was last here, and indeed it was, as Richmond provides its annual new GBG pub. Unlike Mrs RM, they hadn’t taken the deccies down yet. Last few times… Continue reading NEW YEAR’S EVE IN RICHMOND
HIPSTERS IN HOLYROOD
On to the last new tick of our Edinburgh quarter, with a game Mrs RM edging above 25,000 steps. Great effort. The Bellfield Brewery Tap takes us east of Holyrood, taunting us with historic boozers before dumping us in a small industrial estate surrounded by flats for Parliament staffers. One for the brewery tap purist,… Continue reading HIPSTERS IN HOLYROOD
SHISH HAPPENS
Yes, shish happens. A flat tyre from nowhere, but thankfully I have a skilled team to deal with life’s little crises. And no, that’s not the main reason I married her (though her 1991 “Motoring Madams” certification was high on the list). I wouldn’t ever drive round Edinburgh, particularly with the Leith Walk being dug… Continue reading SHISH HAPPENS
MRS RM’s MICRO MOVES IN LEITH
You join me in Leith on the day before Hogmanay (cancelled) as we’re 3/4 of the way through my Beer Guide tick, and up to 90% of Mrs RM’s walking limit (and 132% of my bladder limit, to be fair). Leith looks best from the air, and Si may choose to approach by his private… Continue reading MRS RM’s MICRO MOVES IN LEITH
TAKING OUR SUNSHINE TO LEITH
The third pub of our quartet of new Edinburgh ticks took us to Leith, which you’ll know from the Proclaimers song “Throw the R away” (“r” is real ale scoring less than NBSS 2). The seaside suburb is a scintillating mix of seagulls, sand and sewage works. A mix of high rise, high church, and… Continue reading TAKING OUR SUNSHINE TO LEITH
TEUCHTERS
“Teuchters” is Gaelic for “Tickers”, of course, but you knew that. I neglected to give you the map for the Medium-sized Scottish Tickathon, so here it is now; About 8.4 miles, or “not that far” if you’re trying to convince Mrs RM she can walk to Leith and back (she did 30,000 steps that day,… Continue reading TEUCHTERS
PRINCES STREET
On the penultimate day of 2021, with the tickers clock ticking, Mrs RM and I headed to Edinburgh on the 11:17 from Durham, after a quick walk round the majestic cathedral and the dullest High Street in the country. No, it really is; Mrs RM fought hard to defend it, even finding a little Christmas… Continue reading PRINCES STREET
