July 2025, Macclesfield. It wasn’t even 5pm and Mrs RM was already winding down the pub crawl round Macclesfield. Unlike some folk I could name, she hadn’t started at 9am, either. Shamefully, she was about to call an Uber, an Uber !, to take her us back to Sutton Hall, but only once she’d seen… Continue reading POSH MACC