A year after her solo round-the-world trip ran aground at the first port (Waterbeach Dyke), Mrs RM is making up for lost time and collecting some cultural capital. Last weekend we were at Kate Rusby’s folk festival in the posh bit of Barnsley (I know you all though that was Wath). A chance for us… Continue reading UNDERNEATH THE STARS. IN BARNSLEY
Tag: Barnsley
PARROTS, PINEAPPLES & AIR PUNCHES
Last report from Beautiful Bloomin’ Barnsley, a title the TIC can have for the price of a pint of Smooth in our last pub on Friday afternoon. Yes, it’s BACK to the Shakespeare, as unlikely a return visit as you’ll get on any pub blog this year. Mrs RM was a little unconvinced, but the… Continue reading PARROTS, PINEAPPLES & AIR PUNCHES
BARNSLEY BLOSSOMS
Still on Friday night, STILL in Barnsley, but now with the effervescent Mrs RM by my side. I was determined to show her the charms of the Old Town and protect me from giant bunnies in the Craft Union pub. We arrived at the Town Hall to catch the tail end of a wedding between… Continue reading BARNSLEY BLOSSOMS
“El-se-ca”
On the Friday we made our second campervan excursion of the season. Somehow, I persuaded Mrs RM to spend a night in a mining village (pronounced “El-se-ca” by locals) on the edge of Barnsley. Apart from being debonair and dashing, us pub tickers are noted for our extraordinary knowledge of UK geography. The cluster of… Continue reading “El-se-ca”
BUNNYHUGGIN’
You left me in the middle of Barnsley, wondering where the toilets had gone. No, I didn’t head down Dog Lane; I’m not a savage. Instead I headed to one of a paltry number of town centre pubs with a garden. Note how Google Maps obscures the photo of William Shakespeare on the Craft Union… Continue reading BUNNYHUGGIN’
BARNSLEY REACHES FOR THE STARS
It seems you lot are sceptical about my enthusiasm for Barnsley, which is your loss. It was so good I dragged Mrs RM back the very next night, of which more later. Before I resume on South Yorkshire’s party capital, know some of you follow the blog for my Mumsnet highlights, so here’s today’s crackers;… Continue reading BARNSLEY REACHES FOR THE STARS
BARNSLEY – IT BEGINS…
It’s been wonderful seeing young and old packing out Sheffield pub gardens, confounding the doubters, but now it’s time to get ticking that Beer Guide before the next Lockdown. Folk may be nostalgic for a proper Lockdown by July. Let’s take the train to Barnsley, home to TWO (2) new ticks. What riches ! The… Continue reading BARNSLEY – IT BEGINS…
BELGIAN BLUES AT THE BARNSLEY BAKERY
Seems I ruffled some feathers by suggesting that Mapplewell was Posh Barnsley, with its £10 burgers, £12 haircuts and pashmina subculture. Clearly only our very own Pauline can definitively call this result, and I’ll be crowdfunding for her to survey the Old Bakery on our behalf. This is a another classy micro bar, some way… Continue reading BELGIAN BLUES AT THE BARNSLEY BAKERY
OPENING TIMES HELL IN MAPPLEWELL
Some very short posts for you as I have to check out of Halifax’s Wool Merchants hotel soon so we can get soaked finding the Piece Hall. By last Friday James had decided the internet at Taylor Towers was insufficient for his purposes, and I took him back to Sheffield Uni ahead of exams… Continue reading OPENING TIMES HELL IN MAPPLEWELL
ELSECAR’S NO.1 KEG-ONLY PUB ?
On the Friday I headed to Sheffield to pick up James from Uni. It’s good to see him, but his return has slowed down our internet speed somewhat. On the way, a tick in the beer centre of the Yorkshire world. Elsecar looks great on the wall from the station. I’d call it “posh Barnsley”… Continue reading ELSECAR’S NO.1 KEG-ONLY PUB ?
