Day 2 of the Great Northern Campervan Crawl a fortnight ago, and the first of Mrs RM’s stints working in a pub. Due to some big French IT project (French : “Le IT project”) she’d agreed to work a week of mornings that week, telling Claudes and Jean-Pauls to turn it on and off again… Continue reading DEATH, DOOM AND DARLO
MRS RM GOES UPMARKET IN HURWORTH-ON-TEES
Having secured our £5 pitch for the night 5 miles south of Darlington, I allowed Mrs RM free reign to book our tea for the night. Personally I’d have been happy with Mini Cheddars and a pickled egg with my keg Magnet, but you’ll know by now that my wife has aspirations on the Prosecco… Continue reading MRS RM GOES UPMARKET IN HURWORTH-ON-TEES
1st place in the Croft & District WMC Leek Show
Onward, onward, to our first night’s campervan stop at Croft-on-Tees*, which you’ve never heard of. Unless you’re a fan of Croft’s British Touring Car Championship, which was (apparently) taking place mere yards from my 4th and final tick of the night at Dalton (keep up at the back). But I didn’t know that when Mrs… Continue reading 1st place in the Croft & District WMC Leek Show
IT’S OH SO QUIET – THE DIRECTOR’S CUT*
Pub No. 3, one that had caused me some grief with its determination to be closed ,whenever I was in the vicinity. You never had this problem finding an open pub in medieval times. Exelby lies just below the mysterious Leeming Bar Services, possibly the only place in the UK currently with fuel. It looks… Continue reading IT’S OH SO QUIET – THE DIRECTOR’S CUT*
IT’S OH SO QUIET
Pub No. 3, one that had caused me some grief with its determination to be closed ,whenever I was in the vicinity. You never had this problem finding an open pub in medieval times. Exelby lies just below the mysterious Leeming Bar Services, possibly the only place in the UK currently with fuel. It looks… Continue reading IT’S OH SO QUIET
IS A PUB THAT DOESN’T SELL CRISPS REALLY A PUB ?
Excuse the lack of a nice map. I’m typing this at Cornfield Bakery in Thame, listening to Ghostbusters. Which is appropriate as it’s always 1984 in Thame. Ooh, Kids in America now. North Yorkshire pub No.2 was the Uber Gastro Alice Hawthorn in Nun Monkton. That’s not the pub above, it’s the motel extension. It… Continue reading IS A PUB THAT DOESN’T SELL CRISPS REALLY A PUB ?
NO SWANNING AROUND AT THE START OF THE GREAT MR & MRS RM NORTHERN TICKATHON
Of course, the question is “What’s that Swan wearing on his/her/their head ?” Post 1 from the Grand Tour comes from Wighill, dangerously close to BRAPA and Emma’s parents, so I’d better be kind. The late Richard Coldwell, who lived almost next door, never mentioned the White Swan which says a lot. The highlight is,… Continue reading NO SWANNING AROUND AT THE START OF THE GREAT MR & MRS RM NORTHERN TICKATHON
SEPTEMBER ’21 STOCKTAKE + OCTOBER PREVIEW
What a month September was, even if the travel map suggest I’ve been ploughing up and down the middle of the country and ignoring the wings. HIGHLIGHTS Frankly, if I hadn’t visited a single pub this month I’d have declared it one of my best ever, as End of the Road gave me 4 days… Continue reading SEPTEMBER ’21 STOCKTAKE + OCTOBER PREVIEW
GOODBYE PILCROW…
…..Hello, Sadler’s Cat. I finished that last post a little abruptly, about 20 seconds before I fell asleep, leaving you no doubt on tenterhooks as to where I’d found a post-match pint. Just here. And if you don’t know where Sadler’s Yard is, you’re not alone, as neither does Matt. “Near Victoria Station, y’know, behind… Continue reading GOODBYE PILCROW…
TRYING TO GET A PINT AFTER THE MATCH
Posting from the car park of the Flowing Spring near Henley, so excuse the typos. You left me at Oxford Road station where I briefly contemplated a pre-match pint at the Bulls Head before remembering the limitations of my bladder. Sadly, the walk to the Etihad may be paved with curry but there’s no cask… Continue reading TRYING TO GET A PINT AFTER THE MATCH
