Another short post anchored by a picture of healthy food for you. With the trains back up and running into Sheffield, my parental duties for the day were done. I dumped the car in my secret free parking space (Quosh would be horrified) and headed for the trams. Quite a pleasant trip out to Bury,… Continue reading FOREVER BURY
SNAKE PASS TO CHETHAMS
This blog has reached last Thursday, as the floods descended on Sheffield, leaving my son James at risk of being unable to act as Matthew’s model for his barbering finals. Disaster. So I set the alarm for 5am the next morning and set off for Sheffield (again), diverted via the M1 as the A1 north… Continue reading SNAKE PASS TO CHETHAMS
THE BOSTON SAUSAGE
I was umming and ahhing about leading this piece with a picture of bucolic Boston or an actual sausage. Here’s that sausage, encased with onion in a proper pastry filling. But we have a vegan in our house at the moment and I don’t want to upset her. She wouldn’t cope well in Boston, whose… Continue reading THE BOSTON SAUSAGE
THIS MARTIN’S GONE TO MARTIN
Almost a Pixies song title. Advice to young bloggers. If your pictures are really dull, just stick a picture of a pub cat at the top. Works every time. Aptly, Martin was very dull. Yes, never mind Chatteris and March, I’m out in the real Fens, even if it isn’t called that. An hour from… Continue reading THIS MARTIN’S GONE TO MARTIN
RUNNING UP THAT HILL – A LINCOLN LOLLOP
More Autumn loveliness before the floods. You know where Lincoln is, I’m sure. In fact it’s locally known as “28.6 miles from Scunthorpe“. Better to show you the close-up. It all happens north of the station. Still one of the iconic views up Broadgate. Not much street art on view, though there is a fading… Continue reading RUNNING UP THAT HILL – A LINCOLN LOLLOP
2 MILES FROM FISHLAKE
I spent Bonfire Night at the Travelodge in the picture postcard location of the M18/M180 motorway services, because I’m worth it. Not only was it £33, and gave me 20% over the overpriced confectionery at WH Smith, but it allowed me to walk to my final South Yorkshire tick for GBG 20. Look closely at… Continue reading 2 MILES FROM FISHLAKE
THE GOOLIES “R” GOOD ENOUGH
I’ve been trying to use a Cyndi Lauper reference on this blog for years. “I Drove All Night (to get a half pint and kebab in Scunthorpe)” is still on my reserve list, and “She Bop” is being saved for a special occasions. But Goonies, Goolies ? Close enough. There was a huge crowd of… Continue reading THE GOOLIES “R” GOOD ENOUGH
THE DRAX FACTS
There’s been a bit of coverage of Drax Power Station lately, mainly bemoaning the loss of the Ferrybridge towers that brightened every ticker’s journey up the A1. Oddly, I’ve never seen “Visit Drax” on the Yorkshire Tourist brochures left in my hotel rooms in Harrogate, Wakefield and York. So it falls to the Good Beer… Continue reading THE DRAX FACTS
KOMMUNISTS
No, not a political comment, just a lunchstop in Sheffield before that shopping ordeal from hell. Kommune was the recommendation of the cheery micropub owner in Brimming with Beer in Brimmington, yet another Greater Chesterfield micro. I’d recommend a visit here as much for the pre-emptive picks as the Pale from Stancill, which was a… Continue reading KOMMUNISTS
THE PEAK BEFORE THE FLOODS
From Oxford I headed up to Sheffield on an errand for James involving shopping for clothes. As you’ll imagine, errands involve shopping for clothes are high on my bucket list. On a beautiful Autumn day I wove up through the area known as BeerMatLand into Matlock, looking all hilly and industrial and lovely as I… Continue reading THE PEAK BEFORE THE FLOODS
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