I can’t match BRAPA for disappointment, though if he will do all those dreadful Cheshire GBG pubs what can you expect. But I’m definitely getting lots of opportunities to be grumpy, whether it’s due to opening hours, the failure of the Government to force people to drink cask, or uncontrolled dogs. Plenty of the latter… Continue reading THE GREAT MORETON-IN-MARSH SPILT PINT DRAMA
CHEER UP BARRY FRY
As mentioned already, I’m spending more time than strictly advisable in Peterborough at the moment, due to Mrs RM’s foreign excursions up the east coast starting at the nation’s favourite railway station. On my recent visit to the Abbey Stadium, Cambridge fans were still singing that immortal ditty; “Cheer up Barry Fry Oh what can… Continue reading CHEER UP BARRY FRY
PUB SNACKS IN WIBSEY
Someone who will be nameless just slagged off Bradford on here. And it wasn’t that Coldwell bloke either. I never tire of Bradford and its never-ending quirkily-named suburbs, shown rather poorly on this bit of Navigator. This is the sort of complex geography I spend too much time over. Despite getting its own entry in… Continue reading PUB SNACKS IN WIBSEY
WITHERING HEIGHTS
Next stop, Oxenhope, your first stop when you flee the kitch tea shops of Haworth. Regular readers will remember a walk here in Bronte waterfall country in November 2015 when temperatures touched 20 degrees. Not quite that warm on this Saturday, but good enough for an uphill stroll or two. Most folk, of course, walk… Continue reading WITHERING HEIGHTS
TINGLY IN BINGLEY
Next stop, Bingley, the poor man’s Saltaire, the rich man’s Keighley. And the only town named after an internet search engine, apparently. But always a lively town, full of those things us Southerners come to The North for. Plenty of pubs, though it seems that the Proper Pubs in the Guide like the Brown… Continue reading TINGLY IN BINGLEY
BRADFORD LACING SPECTACULAR
A weekend in Greater Bradford is the only way to complete West Yorkshire’s GBG entries; much preferable to finishing off the county in World Craft Central (L***s). In Leeds, the Commercial would be listed under, er, Leeds in the GBG. Here it gives Thackley its first Guide appearance since Bradford were above Manchester City… Continue reading BRADFORD LACING SPECTACULAR
GARAGE SALES
As promised, Cambridge Railway Craft Beer. Well, very close to the train line anyway at the end of a dead end backstreet. The Calverley Brewery Tap occupies a garage of the type I’ve been clearing recently to stock our church’s annual Mammoth Sale. This year’s sale highlights include the following gems; Mrs RM isn’t going… Continue reading GARAGE SALES
THE GELDART – AN ADULT PUB
Our eldest son came back from University at Sheffield over Easter. At times I feel more time gets spent planning his journeys back and forth up the A1/M18 than he spends in lectures. No, he still hasn’t discovered Sheffield’s pubs. No rush. On the Friday night before he returned to the city of Ruskin, the… Continue reading THE GELDART – AN ADULT PUB
AK OK IN BUNTINGFORD
It’s a long while since I went in a McMullens pub, and the Cambridge branch of Baroosh probably wouldn’t pass the Proper Pub test, anyway. I much enjoyed Alec Latham’s gorgeous post on McMullen AK recently. So much so that I’d been looking for an opportunity to have a pint, even if it wasn’t… Continue reading AK OK IN BUNTINGFORD
DISCOUNTS IN LEITHOLM
A nice bit of neoclassicism for you and Mrs RM, who works just over that bridge in Newton St Boswells. The pub there has just introduced real ale, and one day Mrs RM will be brave enough to go in there and try the lone hand pump for you. Meanwhile, I tried the lone… Continue reading DISCOUNTS IN LEITHOLM
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