Think of this as a short bonus post on a day when other news may take your attention from my blog. (Congratulations Carrie and Boris). On Sunday I became the first person ever (ever) to visit Cheadle, Staffs four (4) times in a calendar year. Even Mrs RM said “Cheadle? Not again !” and she… Continue reading BETWEEN BABYLON AND VENICE
Next stop, Cheadle. No, no, not THAT Cheadle. The one Stockport owns. And seamlessly from one Hulme to another one; W. Hulme Farm Produce is still boarded up. Information welcome. Bar the Church of St Mary’s, it’s the architectural highlight of a village that’s little more than a main road from Stockport to the A34… Continue reading CHEADLE – FLAT CAPS, FLAT WHITES, FOAMY BEER
You’ll remember this table. Mrs RM putting her score for Burton Bridge onto Untappd, I guess. Should have paid more attention to the bag under her feet. Yes, that’s her posh fold-up winter coat (useful this last week) which we finally traced back to the Bird in Hand after numerous phone calls and a forensic… Continue reading The mystery table explained
Our rent-free night in Cheadle had a happy ending, of course. Turned away from the inn at the White Hart, I was tempted to get some cans of craft from Sainsburys Local. But home drinking is for losers, yeah ? And, boosted by the calories permeating through the glass from the Kinder cake (44,766 calories),… Continue reading CHEADLE – ROOM AT THE INN
Saying goodbye to the giant snails of Ordsall, we set off for our free campervan spot in Cheadle, coincidentally passing Old Trafford and the mysterious land of Stretford. Send me a million quid and I’ll visit it for you. Only 22 minutes south, Cheadle is one of Stockport Borough’s many villages. The free parking… Continue reading WELCOME BACK TO CHEADLE ?