Blimey ! More pictures of beer as my blog header, what’s going wrong. Back to Rushcliffe (aka Kenneth Clarke country) for a second tick. I’m really speeding up now. East Leake is neighbours with Gotham, Zouch, Bunny, Sutton “Chris” Bonnington and the ultra-mysterious West Leake. Sadly, it was raining intermittently, despite my presence, and the… Continue reading “The Doom Bar has replaced the Bass”
BASS IS BACK ! (v.4)
The weeks have started to develop a pattern. Pop down to Waterbeach once a week, stopping at the East Markham McDonalds (I’m sponsoring No.107 next season), take Dad to 3 new garden centres with weird pot plants (he ticks the centres in ochre. Possibly), then stop somewhere interesting in the campervan on the way home… Continue reading BASS IS BACK ! (v.4)
GARAGE TICKIN’, CHURCH JABBIN’
Back home in Sheffield (still sounds odd), I realised I’d better start using my Sundays better if I’m going to get that Guide completed. My scientific research reveals that 188.7% of my remaining GBG ticks will be micropubs, which means they only open on Friday to Sunday evenings (unless the owner is away collecting an… Continue reading GARAGE TICKIN’, CHURCH JABBIN’
A PERSIAN BREAKFAST AT THE MOULIN ROUGE
Sunday morning in Newcastle. Just time for a local breakfast and then head home to Sheffield, a phrase which still doesn’t quite seem real. The west side along the A186 to Benwell has a touch of Hagley Road or Salford Crescent or ihe Wicker about it; lively, historic, good for lunch and bad for pubs.… Continue reading A PERSIAN BREAKFAST AT THE MOULIN ROUGE
A BIG EURO NIGHT
A week ago I was in Newcastle, getting ready for a big night out in the Toon. But after ticking that 3rd pint in Whitley Bay the week caught up with me, and even a restorative flat white in Kith & Kin. Should have had a dip. I had to jump off the tram back… Continue reading A BIG EURO NIGHT
WHITLEY BAY – CHIMPS, CHEEK, CHIPS
Where were we last Saturday ? Oh yes, on the beach at Whitley Bay. Made you a video. Now it was time for my penultimate tick for Tyne & Wear. I was expecting the Split Chimp, wayward cousin of the original Chimp near Newcastle Station, to be quite smart; outside a Champagne bar, next to… Continue reading WHITLEY BAY – CHIMPS, CHEEK, CHIPS
THE BAY
Calm down ! That’s not Mrs RM above (or me). Whitley Bay, the Margate of the North ? Or the new Folkestone ? It’s gone all posh, hasn’t it ? Ever since Mrs RM and I came here 15 years ago, admired the beach and mispronounced Tynmouth, it’s seen an influx of young people with… Continue reading THE BAY
NORTH SHIELDS – IN THE CAT HOUSE
Enough of Tyneside politics, let’s see a cat in a Tyneside micropub. Actually, although the Enigma Tap calls itself a micropub, you’d probably think “craft bar”. Who cares about labels ? I failed to gauge the pub cat’s opinion on the matter, but did notice her/his/their confusion with the directional arrows. The young chap was… Continue reading NORTH SHIELDS – IN THE CAT HOUSE
NORTH SHIELDS – IN THE DOG HOUSE
One thing is for certain; if we get closed down because of Lancastrians licking Cobra handpumps or whatever I’ve enough blog material to last out the summer in the bank. I always tell BRAPA to spread his material out a bit but will he ever listen ? You left Mrs RM and I in West… Continue reading NORTH SHIELDS – IN THE DOG HOUSE
HIT THE TOON
The next diary entry is a bit of a set-up post after the rigours of conquering Hadrian’s Wall. Well, actually we got half-way, but that was 40 odd miles, plenty enough for Mrs RM on this trip. We’ll go back and do Haydon Bridge to Newcastle later in the summer, then think about the bits… Continue reading HIT THE TOON
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