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 ?
GUESS THE PUB GOES TO THE GBG DESERT
Just for a change, a REAL ALE PUB ! The only one for miles, though it’ll never make the Good Beer Guide (“Er, it did, in 1978” says Duncan, who knows these things). A Proper Pub, too. There’s a clue there somewhere. I’m in one of the dullest towns on the planet, despite that Madness-themed… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB GOES TO THE GBG DESERT
R = 1.001
Two weeks. 14 more sleeps. The Glorious 12th awaits. The long range weather forecast for Sheffield seems OK. Walkley’s Proper Pub the Rose House is revamping itself, possibly with outdoor karaoke. But Mrs RM is convinced there’ll be a spanner in the works in the next fortnight, and to be fair the 25% week-on-week drop… Continue reading R = 1.001
GUESS THE PUB GOES TO THE BEACH
After what seems like decades Guess the Pub returns, and to mark this weeks impending heatwave we’ve rolled up our trouser legs and we’re off to the seaside. Our mystery pub, which may well be (really) shut, is in a one street suburb of this great University seaside town, and greets you with TWO micropubs,… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB GOES TO THE BEACH
DARNALL DELIGHTS
More suburban strolling, then I must get back to Guess the Pub or Lorenzo will have withdrawal symptoms. I finally made it to Darnall this week, though I saved Handsworth and the High Hazels (sounds like a pub rock band from the mid-70s) for a rainy day. Just east of centre, south of Greenland, north… Continue reading DARNALL DELIGHTS
SHEFFIELD’S MONDRIAN OBSSESSION AND OTHER ODDITIES
Only two and a bit more weeks of this desperate nonsense and I can write about pubs again. Well, pub wine gardens, which I reckon will be just as full of human life on the 12th*. In the meantime, I’ve been tidying my photos and observing some of Sheffield’s little oddities that probably account for… Continue reading SHEFFIELD’S MONDRIAN OBSSESSION AND OTHER ODDITIES
A PICNIC AT DAMFLASK
We pressed on to the Bradfields, Sheffield’s equivalent of the Hamptons I guess. One of the largest parishes in Britain, stretching from the housing estates of Stannington to the weekend walker wonderlands of Strines, Bradfield dominates North-West Sheffield and the entrance to the Peak. High Bradfield has the huge Thwaites dining pub and the eponymous… Continue reading A PICNIC AT DAMFLASK
DOING THE DUDE IN WORRALL
Exciting developments this week in Retired Martin Towers as the floorboards are ripped up under the “Constant Change Contract” signed by Mrs RM. It’s keeping Sheffield tradesmen in work, so let us be thankful for that. I just want to be outside in the pub gardens fresh air, enjoying Spring, as I get no peace… Continue reading DOING THE DUDE IN WORRALL
MRS RM WAS RIGHT
This post is proudly sponsored by the Marriage Guidance Council, which says “Do What Your Wife Tells You To, Idiot“. Mrs RM has been trying to get me to go for a walk in “The Real Peak” for a while, oddly unimpressed by my hikes round housing estates near the M1. “But it’s more than… Continue reading MRS RM WAS RIGHT
