April (finally !) 2026. Manchester to Tyldesley. You learn a lot about the UK transport networks as a pub ticker. Some towns stand out as tough to tick, particularly the string of mining towns without a railway station between Manchester and Wigan. Thanks a bunch, Mr Beeching. But this very week celebrates a decade of… Continue reading TAKE THE FIRST GUIDED BUS TO TYLDESLEY
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I❤️WuBÄRtal
March 2026. Wuppertal. Germany. Only three (3) nights in Cologne with the boys, but so much to explore in North Rhine-Westphalia, which kindly lets a group of five of you travel round the state all day for 59,80 euros. We’d had a big argument family planning meeting that first lunchtime in Gaffel and decided to… Continue reading I❤️WuBÄRtal
TO BE FRANK, TIMPERLEY IS A CURATE’S EGG
February 2026. Timperley. Greater Manchester. On Saturday I dropped Mrs RM off at Manchester Airport after an exciting trip through Wynatt’s Pass and less absorbing trek along the A555, which let me tell you in no A57. Mrs RM was off on another planet-killing trip with a very famous pub blogger, but it wasn’t me… Continue reading TO BE FRANK, TIMPERLEY IS A CURATE’S EGG
THE LAVAZZA MUSEUM
February 2026. Turin. I always say, in a confident way that brooks no argument, that you need to visit a place at least half a dozen times to get the measure of it. And that applies whether it’s Tamworth, Toddington or Turin. I wouldn’t wish six trips to Totnes on my worst enemy, mind. Three… Continue reading THE LAVAZZA MUSEUM
JANUARY ’25 STOCKTAKE + FEBRUARY PREVIEW
I’m not sure any month in which your Mum dies can should have “highlights”, but after the 13th, and following of a month of barely leaving the family home in Waterbeach, it was important to clear my head a bit, even if the travel map looks resolutely Sheffield/Cambridge/Kent, and (as in Lockdown) it’s the inability… Continue reading JANUARY ’25 STOCKTAKE + FEBRUARY PREVIEW
“I’M THE TICKER OF SOUTHWARK, IT’S WHAT I DO”
December 2024. Bermondsey. Thanks to Deserter for the title inspiration. Back to Cambridge from Sheffield on Wednesday morning, the laundry still not dry, I was straight off back to London that evening for a gig. Plenty of time to rest when you’re dead. A heaving Northern Line to London Bridge, and then 10 minutes walk… Continue reading “I’M THE TICKER OF SOUTHWARK, IT’S WHAT I DO”
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