A HUNT FOR BASS AND SCUFFLERS. THE LORD NELSON, SHEFFIELD

September 2025. Sheffield. It’s very important to get your steps in, I recommend 15,000 a day, though if you’re in Sheffield walking up our hill you may consider every step worth double. What you must not do is start a walk but get immediately distracted by pubs, which unfortunately is what I did while trying… Continue reading A HUNT FOR BASS AND SCUFFLERS. THE LORD NELSON, SHEFFIELD

END OF THE ROAD 2025.  THE YEAR THE CEREAL MILK SOUR BEER RAN OUT

August 2025. End of the Road Festival. Cranborne Chase. Your annual round-up of my 4 days on the Wiltshire/Dorset listening to music made my people young enough to be Oasis’s grandchildren. Not only do I spend 1.3% of my year in a field, I probably took 3 days listening to all 132 artists and compiling… Continue reading END OF THE ROAD 2025.  THE YEAR THE CEREAL MILK SOUR BEER RAN OUT

“ELEGANT”. THE MARKET TAVERN TAP, ATHERSTONE

August 2025. Atherstone. Part 6 of the Atherstone Ale Adventure, and a sign that I must be approaching middle-age as after five (5) pints I was ready to retire. So I left the hardened Leicester/Marple/Sheffield contingent to the White Horse (mixed reports, about to change hands, revisit next week), and joined Stafford Paul on the… Continue reading “ELEGANT”. THE MARKET TAVERN TAP, ATHERSTONE

MY LAST PINT OF BANKS’S FROM WOLVERHAMPTON. THE OLD SWAN, ATHERSTONE.

August 2025. Atherstone. First things first, or thereabouts. It’s great to have Russ back on the blog, after a Lost Weekend that went on for two years, and not just as my unpaid spellceker. And for the delight of another North American reader, news that I’ve found King Dick’s Hole, just north of Atherstone near… Continue reading MY LAST PINT OF BANKS’S FROM WOLVERHAMPTON. THE OLD SWAN, ATHERSTONE.