TOP 100 PUBS – THE NOTTINGHAM HOUSE, CLEETHORPES
As I said at the start of this blog, its main purpose is to lets Mrs RM know where I am when she can’t be bothered to look at the calendar. And to reach an uneasy peace on the use of possessive apostrophes, of course. But I would also be thrilled if I could persuade a few… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – THE NOTTINGHAM HOUSE, CLEETHORPES
CLEETHORPES PART 2 – BOOGIE NIGHTS
It was a struggle to leave the No.2 Refreshment Rooms, so being chased out of the ladies loos was probably a blessing in disguise. I can’t imagine what goes on in the ladies in the No.1 Pub, a wearying 20 seconds Stomp away (see what I did there Dave ?). The No.1 wasn’t great when… Continue reading CLEETHORPES PART 2 – BOOGIE NIGHTS
CLEETHORPES – A THRILLER (PART 1)
I’d been waiting a long time for a reason to return to Cleethorpes, a town I’d never been to when the sun came out. In sympathy to local sensibilities, I’m going to try to refrain from mentioning G*****y in this post; it’s bad enough to have your town marketed under a “Greater Grimsby” banner by… Continue reading CLEETHORPES – A THRILLER (PART 1)
IMMINGHAM – THE NEW FALMOUTH ?
As you’ll note from the areas not coloured in on my Philip Navigator, I haven’t been everywhere in the UK yet. It’s only a year since I first went to Cambourne, a place I’d always written off before my revelatory trip introduced me to its graceful Methodist architecture and Portuguese patisseries. You should be prepared to be surprised… Continue reading IMMINGHAM – THE NEW FALMOUTH ?
NOW, EVEN HORNSEA GETS CRAFT
The insidious invasion by micropubs continues apace, knocking perfectly good locals serving Jennings Bitter out of the Guide as it goes. It was inevitable that small towns that had lost their “York National Bank ” or “Everitt the Butcher” would end up giving a recently retired couple the chance to serve beer like this, to a room… Continue reading NOW, EVEN HORNSEA GETS CRAFT
MAMMOTH PENGUINS & THE LAST CASK OF CLOUDWATER
A short break from east coast market towns (don’t worry, they’ll be back) as I put a tenner into the local economy on Wednesday night. £5 for some great guitar pop at the Portland Arms, and £5.20 for a pint of what might have been the last ever pint of Cloudwater. (It wasn’t). Could this… Continue reading MAMMOTH PENGUINS & THE LAST CASK OF CLOUDWATER
DRIFFIELD – LOSE AN EAGLE, GAIN A BUTCHER’S DOG
“A man who is bored of modest East Riding market towns lacks the willpower to finish the GBG” Driffield is one of the more handsome of those towns, but that doesn’t explain just how busy it gets mid-week. Busy enough to support a dozen pubs, so let’s not complain. But it doesn’t even have its… Continue reading DRIFFIELD – LOSE AN EAGLE, GAIN A BUTCHER’S DOG
MARKET WEIGHTON & THE BRITISH REAL FISH & CHIP SHOP ADVENTURE
Time to leave the delights of Dronfield and head towards Driffield (or is it the other way round), with a stop in lovely Market Weighton. Clearly a town in the slipstream of euphoria engulfing our Capital of Culture, MD was awash with OAP visitors on Friday lunchtime. If they were aiming to complete the East… Continue reading MARKET WEIGHTON & THE BRITISH REAL FISH & CHIP SHOP ADVENTURE
MINING THE DRONE VALLEY
More Dronfield, in fact the new CAMRA branch’s pub of the year. You can see Hundall to the east of town on yesterday’s map extract, and there’s not much more to it than the Miner’s Arms and this tree. But it’s an impressive tree. Resilient, like the local area and its clutch of proper drinkers… Continue reading MINING THE DRONE VALLEY
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