It’s only take 5 months, but we finally went somewhere authentically touristy last Thursday. Bakewell, famous for the eponymous sausage that Mrs RM dropped on the A619 in 1995. Bakewell, the Stow-on-the-Wold of the Dales, home to 37 tea shops and 15 outdoor clothing shops to help protect you on your walk between those 37… Continue reading THE FAMOUS BAKEWELL SAUSAGE
SEVEN DAYS TOO LONG
It’s seven days till we can go INSIDE a pub again, lads and lasses. Trips to the loo don’t count. I need a good term to describe May 17th, really, after the Glorious 12th became such a hit. Kevin Rowland sang about his keenness to return to his local Bearwood Ember Inn back in 1980;… Continue reading SEVEN DAYS TOO LONG
3 HOURS IN THE FAT CAT
The prescribed time in a UK pub is 27 minutes. It used to be 27.5, but we are in a pandemic and have to take appropriate precautions to minimise infection risk. Of course, table service (boo !!) only increases the time we spend in a pub. I spent exactly 3 hours at (if not in)… Continue reading 3 HOURS IN THE FAT CAT
SAVING SHEFFIELD SPOONS
Onto Tuesday morning, I think. At least it was THIS Tuesday. Anyway, it’s a day with a “y” in it and the house looks like THIS, and I need to get somewhere uncluttered and clean and loveable. Like a Spoons. The Francis Newton was heaving on the Glorious 12th, the largest Spoons garden in town… Continue reading SAVING SHEFFIELD SPOONS
DRINKING IN THE RAIN
Back to this week’s pubs and, at last, the Blind Monkey, technically HOME on my maps. Here’s a video of my epic WALK TO EVERY PUB IN SHEFFIELD No. 12 – Blind Monkey Exactly 60 seconds. Told ya. It was Bank Holiday Monday, and despite my presence IT WAS POURING. Just as well Mrs RM… Continue reading DRINKING IN THE RAIN
THE ☀ AND THE ☔
More real time blogging, as I visit Waterbeach as the local team sits on the verge of promotion at half time. I’d probably have been up the Abbey Stadium now, asking the bloke in the Habbin “Who’s that No. 9?” and “What colours are we.” But football is being played without fans, which is #pointless,… Continue reading THE ☀ AND THE ☔
“Please don’t make that handpump gesture”
In absolute honesty, that photo above is the first picture that came up when I searched for “pulling a pint of cask“. And that warning was the EXACT words Mrs RM said to me at my latest unheralded suburban Sheffield pub 10 minutes from the Wednesday ground. ALL THE PUBS IN SHEFFIELD ON FOOT No.… Continue reading “Please don’t make that handpump gesture”
(P)EARL SHILTON
When I told Mrs RM I was in Earl Shilton, she immediately said “Oh, the place with the grass snakes ?”. Indeed it is that Earl Shilton, whose singular guest house so delighted us with its mild peril and informal barbecue in 1996. Somewhere in Elmesthorpe, its name long forgotten but when they make the… Continue reading (P)EARL SHILTON
BASS IS BACK !
Enough of closed pubs, cold Costa coffee and crispy Chinese; it’s time for Bass ! My first Bass of 2021, my first since the St. John in fact, and it was a classic. Earl Shilton in “Workingman’s” Leicestershire* is classic Bass territory, and the Shilton Vaults I actually WALKED PAST in 2019 is sister pub… Continue reading BASS IS BACK !
A LOITER IN LUTTERWORTH
More posts without an actual pub visit at the end for you to moan about. If I don’t write about pubs, where does my blog fit in to the beer writing chart ? Anyhow, some pics from Lutterworth, where I stopped for breakfast on the way to Earl Shilton for my shiny new tick. What… Continue reading A LOITER IN LUTTERWORTH
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