I guess you left me in Rotherham; you usually do. If you want to know where Rotherham is, look on a map. I was thinking I ought to make an overdue return visit to the Cutlers, which a few of us had been talking about in the Fat Cat garden. But I’m nothing if not… Continue reading LOOKING THROUGH THE WINDOWS
NO CASK, WALK OUT
Having invested £4.40 (which would buy you a third in Stevenson Square yesterday) in the Sheffield Tram Day Rider, I was determined to get full value out of it. If I walked into Rotherham central via the Trans Pennine Trail (apparently) I could enjoy the delights of South Yorkshire’s premier town before catching the tram… Continue reading NO CASK, WALK OUT
SOUTH YORKSHIRE COMPLETE
The urban walking up here is great, but niche. My Monday afternoon stroll involved a bit of tram, a bit of canal, a bit of industrial decay, and my last South Yorkshire tick. That’s what I call a good day’s work. Junction 34 of the M1 contains many joys; Meadowhall’s Spoons, Greenland, the IKEA from… Continue reading SOUTH YORKSHIRE COMPLETE
“The Doom Bar has replaced the Bass”
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
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