Eagle-eyed readers (none of you, apparently) will have noted I marked Tuxford on the map showing my well-worn route home back to Waterbeach via Stamford the other day. I’ve made you a nicer map, showing the second section of the Great North Road. Every town, except Tuxford. Tuxford has the joy of the A1 roaring… Continue reading TUCKING INTO TUXFORD
TO BOOK, OR NOT TO BOOK
Just back from a walk round a Hillsborough bursting to get back to life. The park next to Wednesday was clear of rubbish, folk keeping 60 feet apart, and a new craft beer bar is about to liven super-trad Middlewood Road, until recently the exclusive province of family butchers and discount stores. Hillsborough Fencing suggest… Continue reading TO BOOK, OR NOT TO BOOK
GUESS THE PUB EATS POPCORN SHRIMP
I think I won the last Guess the Pub, but since there wasn’t even a pub there it felt a shallow victory. I think you’ll be able to find this next one, prompted by a rare blog view (only my second ever) from a country where I’d fancy a break RIGHT NOW. Look, you can… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB EATS POPCORN SHRIMP
MARCH ’21 STOCKTAKE. AND APRIL PREVIEW !!!!!
What a month !!! One son left home and started work, the other didn’t, but is back cutting hair in Albert Square on the 12th. I managed to set up the Hi-Fi and Mrs RM bought me a present. It was the least I deserved after I’d played such a crucial role in minding the… Continue reading MARCH ’21 STOCKTAKE. AND APRIL PREVIEW !!!!!
BYE BYE SHEFFIELD
Sometimes in life you just have to admit you need to move on. And so it is with us, as this month we’ll be leaving Sheffield (safe in Will’s hands, no doubt) for pastures new. Sadly we won’t even get to enjoy the inside of its magical pubs.. …or Stones Bitter on cask. BUT I… Continue reading BYE BYE SHEFFIELD
GUESS THE PUB GOES TO THE PLACE WITH NO PUB
Enough of Guess the Pub, have a “Guess the pleasant village without the pub“. Nice aerial view, typically weird English village name combining two things you haven’t seen in ages, I know you like your sporting clues. The population of this village is a favourite number of Gillespie, while the football clue will lead you… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB GOES TO THE PLACE WITH NO PUB
A STAMFORD STOP
On (I read) the hottest March day since before BRAPA was conceived, I headed down to chat to Mum and Dad in a field. Oh, and to take them some of Mrs RM’s chocolate cake that she’s not allowed to eat. It’s MUCH busier on the dual carriageways this week, as the good people of… Continue reading A STAMFORD STOP
STAY LOCAL
Monday 29th March was a big day in England. You were allowed to drop litter in public parks again, as in Endcliffe Park yesterday; And we’re finally allowed out of your own front yard and can (legally) visit honey pot villages like Hathersage over the county border. Before Monday, such a trip would have produced… Continue reading STAY LOCAL
DORE BEFORE THE MOOR
We thought it was about time we visited Sheffield’s wealthiest suburb on the way to t’ moors. And sat eating gooey pork and stuffing rolls messily in front of folk with pashminas and “Financial Advisor” suits. Yes, it’s Dore, of Dore & Totley fame. Last stop on the Hope Valley line before the Peaks. Home… Continue reading DORE BEFORE THE MOOR
Oooooh ! For me ?
The other day Mrs RM called me while I was out hunter-gathering for beer somewhere and asked me; “What was the name of that pub on the beach ?“ I couldn’t remember. “Something coch ?, near the Spoons with Mushroom Benedict “. Men NEVER admit they’ve no idea. It was this one; the mighty Ty… Continue reading Oooooh ! For me ?
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