27th March 2023. One last post before the big March highlights package, with a twist to come. I’ve been encouraging Mrs RM out of the house and onto the big hills of Sheffield, in practise for the Proper Day Out in Brum on the 14th. We made it as far as Weston Park and the… Continue reading VOICE OF THE BEEHIVE
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WAITING FOR THE BEEHIVE TO POSSIBLY OPEN
A penultimate Mid Wales tick in one of those “unimproved” rural pubs the Welsh specialise in. “Old man’s pubs” says Mrs RM. The Beehive in Manafon has taunted me for years with its “challenging” opening hours and shy social media presence, and when we arrive there is no sign of a Friday night opening. After… Continue reading WAITING FOR THE BEEHIVE TO POSSIBLY OPEN
STAINES – HARD TO BEAT
A bit of a shift from cute Cotswolds to (figuratively speaking) surly Surrey next. For the pubber, Surrey tends to group into 4 main headings; Stockbroker suburbs to the north (Englefield and Epsom) – Brunning & Price land Grittier “Real” towns (Staines, Woking) – Courage pubs run for Chelsea fans Surrey hills village pubs… Continue reading STAINES – HARD TO BEAT
BEER HEADZ, BEES & WILBURYS IN GRANTHAM
An interesting but pointless debate about our dullest county yesterday. The chap who rated Wiltshire below Bedfordshire is clearly the sort of troll this blog thrives on. Lincolnshire gets bad press from the bourgeois and beer bloggers alike, mainly because of being flat and having seaside resorts that prioritise fun over prosecco. Which reminds me… Continue reading BEER HEADZ, BEES & WILBURYS IN GRANTHAM
NEW MILLS, HANDY FOR THE HILLS
New Mills seems to have a particularly poor reputation among people who’ve never been there, rather like Oldham in fact. A work colleague who stayed in one of those posh B&Bs in neighbouring Hayfield, Smarmfields I think it was called, claimed never to have heard of the town. Clearly, I’m a big fan. We stayed… Continue reading NEW MILLS, HANDY FOR THE HILLS
TOTTENHAM’S BEEHIVE
I’ve been wanting to get to know Tottenham better for a while. Trips to White Hart Lane seem to coincide with torrential rain, a flood of goals, and the sense that there isn’t much there, at least till you reach Seven Sisters. Predictably, I was met at Tottenham Hale by a downpour. And a bit… Continue reading TOTTENHAM’S BEEHIVE
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