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
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“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
SALVAGING A BIRTHDAY IN 2020
I know you’re desperate to read about my birthday (22/12, listed in all good 2021 diaries). 2020 was always going to struggle against recent birthdays in Morocco, Havana, Barrow and New Brighton. But the sun rose, marking 56 years on earth. I always say if I reach 62 I’ll finish the GBG and emulate Duncan.… Continue reading SALVAGING A BIRTHDAY IN 2020
SAMOSAS UNDER THE WHITE ROSE
The last post from “New Bradford”, and the sort of pub that makes you want to book an Ibis Budget room for an immediate return trip. A short hop uphill (by Cambridge standards) to the Peacock Bar, with stops to search through McDonalds dustbins reflect on the majesty of Bradford architecture. The Peacock looks a… Continue reading SAMOSAS UNDER THE WHITE ROSE
CHRISTMAS IN CHAPELTOWN
Look. A visit to a pub so new it’s not in the Beer Guide. Let’s hope it gets in next year, eh ? More towns that Southerners have never heard of. Mind you some of them have never even heard of Stockport, Mudgie. Actually, Chapeltown is an authentic suburb of Sheffield, and at least gets… Continue reading CHRISTMAS IN CHAPELTOWN
ENTERING THE GREAT SPOONS STEAK DEBATE
I’m so excited to be meeting pubs legends Richard and Simon today it’s another short post, I’m afraid. I could almost have fitted in within the new Twitter limit. Two posts on Wath in a day, too. This is the impressive looking Spoons. Despite seemingly having lost my remaining 50p vouchers, I reckoned the Church… Continue reading ENTERING THE GREAT SPOONS STEAK DEBATE
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