The day after City’s 2-0 destruction of Burnley I was back on the edge of Pendle with Mrs RM, collecting two irritatingly elusive ticks 427 feet apart in textile centre Padiham. Rishi Sunak can’t tell Burnley and Bury apart (don’t lose sleep, they’re the same), but Rishi’s detractors on Twitter could never place Padiham (pop.… Continue reading BOYCE’S BARREL, A BURNLEY BEAUTY
OCTOBER ’21 STOCKTAKE + NOVEMBER PREVIEW
Welcome to November, and a reminder of the only date you need remember from now on. 22 December. I’ll be planning my birthday shortly; all I can hope is it’s more like this one and less like last year’s disappointment. Not much chance of a birthday abroad while it’s so much fuss with tests and… Continue reading OCTOBER ’21 STOCKTAKE + NOVEMBER PREVIEW
THE CITY
I bought a season ticket for City this year, first since 2016 when I was getting fed up of missing games moved from Saturday 3pm, and only doing a dozen out of nineteen games. With the prospect of foreign travel off the table for a while, and now living an hour rather than three from… Continue reading THE CITY
SCRATCHINGS, LACINGS, TICKS
And so it comes to this, a final tick in North Yorkshire in West Heslerton. Wherever that is. Oh. It’s here, near Malton. And, bless its little slightly upmarket heart, so it is. Don’t stop to count the scatter cushions, Mudgie. I’ve no idea whose boots those were; I was just about the only customer.… Continue reading SCRATCHINGS, LACINGS, TICKS
FILEY FAX – THE SHIP IS A PROPER PUB
Almost at the end of North Yorkshire’s GBG entries. Has Simon managed that ? He lives there ! Always a joy to find a new Guide entry that’s a Proper Pub like the Ship at Muston. just outside Filey. As I approach the Ship I realise I’ll be able to wheel out the old Filey… Continue reading FILEY FAX – THE SHIP IS A PROPER PUB
CLOUGHTON CLOUGHTED
A successful weekend around the North York Moors, with the highlight two (2) pubs in Cloughton, a village I’d never heard of. Well, the GBG says “Cloughton“, but the landlord of the Bryherstones was adamant it was Cloughton Newlands, though Wiki has nothing to say on that matter. Very autumnal, very traditional, very quiet. I’d… Continue reading CLOUGHTON CLOUGHTED
A POSTCARD FROM THORNTON-LE-DALE
My parents are getting a bit of help with daily tasks, which means they’ll be less pressure on me to fix my Dad’s remote control from Sheffield. The lovely lady helping out is a family friend who recently had a holiday up in the North Yorkshire Moors. If there’s one thing Mum likes it’s me… Continue reading A POSTCARD FROM THORNTON-LE-DALE
YOUR CUT-OUT AND KEEP GUIDE TO 20 MINUTES IN UPTON-UPON-SEVERN
There’s NO WAY I’m going to get up to date, ever. I’ll press on, starting with one of Wonderful Worcestershire’s picture book towns. Is Upton-upon-Severn (pop. 2,881) the Finchingfield of the Midlands ? Probably not, it lacks a duck pond and attracts more visitors, even on a Wednesday on October. What do folk come to… Continue reading YOUR CUT-OUT AND KEEP GUIDE TO 20 MINUTES IN UPTON-UPON-SEVERN
TICKING ON THE EDGE. OF BROMSGROVE
So the lad from the mysterious “north of Portsmouth” is first to spot the new Beer Guide. Outrageously, he’s refused to send us copies of all 597 pages of the new Guide, which none of us tickers have seen yet. No doubt GBG22 will send me straight back down to Greater Bromsgrove, where a fortnight… Continue reading TICKING ON THE EDGE. OF BROMSGROVE
TICKING INTENT, DISPLAYED IN CLENT
A change of direction now, as I head down below Brum to whack Worcestershire. Google Maps has a nice 3D image which shows you how green it gets once you leave the concrete jungles of Halesowen and Stourbridge, though as we know now concrete is a natural, growing product expect that green to be be… Continue reading TICKING INTENT, DISPLAYED IN CLENT
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