October 2023. Crigglestone. Wakefield. We arrived back at Luton Airport to collect our vehicle the day before THIS; Glad we were only away for a week. It took a few days of parent-visiting before I could get back into the swing of visiting weirdly names Yorkshire villages. In fact, I’d never heard of Crigglestone, whose… Continue reading RETURN TRAY WONDERS IN WAKEFIELD !
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LIVING THE DREAM IN DEEPCAR
September 2023. Deepcar, Sheffield. Thursday saw the arrival of a new Good Beer Guide. Obviously I can’t reveal anything about that or the CAMRA folk pay you a visit to withdraw your 50p vouchers and I can’t be having that. So read nothing into my visit on Friday to the King & Miller in Deepcar,… Continue reading LIVING THE DREAM IN DEEPCAR
THE LADYBOWER BLONDE DRINKERS OF BAMFORD
August 2023. Hope Valley. We’d earmarked August for exploring Sheffield and the Peak, and Mrs RM had been banging on about the Plugholes at Ladybower Reservoir, which had looked a bit dry when we walked the northern section last year. 22 minutes from Sheffield station, Bamford gives you one of those lovely low effort, well… Continue reading THE LADYBOWER BLONDE DRINKERS OF BAMFORD
REVELLIN’ IN THE RIVELIN
July 2023. Sheffield. Yes, finally July. Time to start exploring our own city, for a change. I knew Sheffield pretty well before we moved from Waterbeach, after annual pub ticking trips stetching back 3 decades. Notably in 2007 I visited a few months after the devastating floods of 25 June 2007. Look at the state… Continue reading REVELLIN’ IN THE RIVELIN
BOWIE AND BITTER IN THE QUEEN’S GROUND
On the 6 hour journey back from the Highlands we stopped in a layby in a business park just off the M73 so that Mrs RM could speak to a French IT bod while I made coffee on the campervan stove. I know you come here for the pointless detail. Any chance I could walk… Continue reading BOWIE AND BITTER IN THE QUEEN’S GROUND
“Torn”, medical complaints and Hi-Vis. A Proper Pub up Hillsborough way in the Golden Hour.
But I did walk to the Rose & Crown in Wadsley, in the hills above Hillsborough. I didn’t actually head out to the edge of Rivelin Valley for a pint. Honest. But could YOU walk past this pub just after it opened ? Probably Will could, he’s the man of steel, though his nerves will… Continue reading “Torn”, medical complaints and Hi-Vis. A Proper Pub up Hillsborough way in the Golden Hour.
OLD SPOONS ON TUESDAY
This blog does NOT approve of flags or commemorations or national anthems or minutes silences, and particularly disapproves of Saints Days. But I was still disappointed to see that my local Hillsborough Spoons had no authentic Oirish meals last week, though Sheffield’s own Bradfield had kindly produced a special beer. I have NO idea what… Continue reading OLD SPOONS ON TUESDAY
“Your train leaves in 2 minutes, retiredmartin. Run !”
There are two burning questions in the world of pub blogging today; How is Martin the Owl being treated by the staff of the Cumberland pub where BRAPA abandoned him. How is that Leon and I were QUITE so P**** after a mere four pubs on Friday*. I think it was four. Castleford Tap at… Continue reading “Your train leaves in 2 minutes, retiredmartin. Run !”
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
A PICNIC AT DAMFLASK
We pressed on to the Bradfields, Sheffield’s equivalent of the Hamptons I guess. One of the largest parishes in Britain, stretching from the housing estates of Stannington to the weekend walker wonderlands of Strines, Bradfield dominates North-West Sheffield and the entrance to the Peak. High Bradfield has the huge Thwaites dining pub and the eponymous… Continue reading A PICNIC AT DAMFLASK
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