Sometime in mid September, I think. You left me in Leeds, I rejoin you in the breakfast room at Shipley IBIS the next morning. Mrs RM was working a week of mornings which started with her bellowing “Bonjour” into her laptop so it was time to escape. “Bonjour” is foreign for “what do you want… Continue reading THE JEWELS OF SHIPLEY TOWN CENTRE
WILL MY BLADDER LAST AN HOUR OF GEORGE CLARKE ?
I’ve left my laptop round my parents (intentionally), guarded by Baa Baa Toure, while I tour London and Stockport, so I hope these posts by mobile are OK. Back to Leeds, and a 10 minute stroll from the Scarbs to the Corn Exchange via the Bourse (not a cheese). Sometimes Leeds almost seems like a… Continue reading WILL MY BLADDER LAST AN HOUR OF GEORGE CLARKE ?
TOP 100 PUBS – THE SCARBROUGH HOTEL, LEEDS
21 September 2021. Yes, that’s how far I am behind on these posts, which I’m temporarily having to type with chubby fingers on the phone. It’ll probably mean the photos look odd again but tough. 15 minutes from Shipley to Leeds. 15 minutes dominated by suits talking about “factoring in disbursements”, which sounds like a… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – THE SCARBROUGH HOTEL, LEEDS
A HUNGRY HORSE GALLOPING TOWARDS THE GBG ?
An inadvisable pint had turned into two very wise ones at the Groove Pad, and I had my guaranteed pre-emptive tick (no pressure, Bradford CAMRA). I headed back to Shipley Ibis to make sure Mrs RM was ready to hit Leeds. What pubby wonders lie behind the town clock ? You’ll have to wait. In… Continue reading A HUNGRY HORSE GALLOPING TOWARDS THE GBG ?
Someone’s requested “(I Just) Died In Your Arms”
On his trek round the UK for “Notes From A Small Island” Bill Bryson took a break from the route to visit his family in whatever posh village near Keighley he lived in back in the early ’90s (let’s call it Sutton-in-Craven, shall we ?). A mere 48 hours into our epic trek round The… Continue reading Someone’s requested “(I Just) Died In Your Arms”
AYSGARTH FALLS, AND SO DOES THE DALES GBG SECTION (NEARLY)
Mrs RM had bought a book on Amazon called “Dawdles in the Dales” or similar, but we’d left it at home so we couldn’t actually do any walking. But we COULD get pictures for Mrs RM’s Instagram page to impress friends in the Fens, and that was more important. Using Search for Sites, we found… Continue reading AYSGARTH FALLS, AND SO DOES THE DALES GBG SECTION (NEARLY)
JOCKEYING FOR POSITION IN MIDDLEHAM
Oh yes, it’s back to the obvious blog titles now as we veer south to Middleham, home of the Dales horsey racing community (apparently). 825 souls served by 4 pubs, a chippy and more Bed & Breakfasts than the whole of Middlesbrough. It’s a gorgeous village with cobbled market place desecrated by vehicles. Including ours.… Continue reading JOCKEYING FOR POSITION IN MIDDLEHAM
PARTY TIME IN LEYBURN
The Spreadsheet issue wore me out, so I’ve got to crack on with the travel posts now, and remind you where we’d got to on the Great Northern Campervan Tickathon a fortnight ago. Stop H takes us to Leyburn, where Mrs RM expertly parks up at a space in the market place offering 30 minutes… Continue reading PARTY TIME IN LEYBURN
GOOD BEER GUIDE ’21 – THE SPREADSHEETS
You asked. I said “Oh, get a life“ You asked again, even getting the Americans involved. I relented. Here’s the Spreadsheets; See. No preamble, just numbers. Oh, and a map. I like maps. Actually, I don’t like THAT map, showing the counties completed. Not enough pink. 27 counties done, but far too many with just… Continue reading GOOD BEER GUIDE ’21 – THE SPREADSHEETS
DARLO – DOING THE HARD YARDS
“Less beer, more pics of alleyways and art” you said, when I asked what you wanted from the blog*. Here you go, then. Some have closes, some have alleys, Darlington has yards. Sadly the Half Moon continues with its idiosyncratic hours (top). I think it’s great. And here’s your art, near the Hullaballoo. Is that… Continue reading DARLO – DOING THE HARD YARDS
