Still blogging from the Welsh Wander nearly two weeks ago, and a Friday night in Lymm felt the perfect way to rest up before yet another trip into Manchester. Mrs RM parked up in the car park near the Cross, jumped when she saw the parking patrol out and about at 20:00 in a small… Continue reading LYMM – COBBLES, CURRY, CASK FLYING OUT
Tag: Cheshire
KILLING 39 MINUTES IN WARRINGTON BANK QUAY
And just like that, I’m a week behind with the blog again. A week ago, I was leaving Warrington Bank Quay wondering how to kill thirty-nine (39) minutes before the train whizzed me home tired and emotional to Sheffield. I almost felt deprived of my usual Preston-Wigan-Stockport route. Time for a stroll, a glance at… Continue reading KILLING 39 MINUTES IN WARRINGTON BANK QUAY
WEAVING INTO WRENBURY
Another day, another county falls. With Covid cutting the churn, that only meant five newbies this year, but the last of them is, excitingly, deep in the heart of South Cheshire farming country next to the River Weaver. Perhaps Peter Allen got this far north on hid canal trips ? This is the architectural highlight… Continue reading WEAVING INTO WRENBURY
CONGLETON CONQUERED
I very nearly finished posting about January travels before the highlights issue; just reports on a very messy day in Congleton and a pint of Guinness to come. This is a tale about my penultimate Beer Guide tick in Cheshire (the last one is in Wrenbury and will be a doddle; they even have a… Continue reading CONGLETON CONQUERED
WARRINGTON AWAKES
Having dropped Matt and Emma back in Piccadilly (I actually got lost driving round it at midnight) I stayed over for 3 days of ticking while Mrs RM settled down for 3 days of talking to the French IT people about poetry, a rejected titled for a Billy Bragg concept album. My £25 Travelodge is… Continue reading WARRINGTON AWAKES
CHEADLE – FLAT CAPS, FLAT WHITES, FOAMY BEER
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
HALT (AT) DISLEY
A quick post showing how I filled the gap between lunch and opening time at my New Mills new tick. After admiring the Torrs, and confirming that the micropub wasn’t opening especially for me, I hit the canal. Note the Cambridge United ultras sticker. I guess Cambridge fans are used to scary cows outside the… Continue reading HALT (AT) DISLEY
SOMETHING FISHY IN CULCHETH
More Woolyback excitement for you as I enter the rarely visited Culceth, the Yarm of the West (checks compass, yes, west). One of the least visited large villages in England, after Waterbeach, and seemingly only famous as the birthplace of Andy Burnham. But look closely just south-west and note “Little Town”, which inspired a famous… Continue reading SOMETHING FISHY IN CULCHETH
THE LYMM LACINGS
Many criticise the Beer Guide as a collection of drinking clubs for the middle-aged topers who enjoy ticking handpumps perched on uncomfortable high seats. But those of us who actually use the good book will know that the new entries continue to confound and delight with their variety; cricket clubs, creche-cum-coffee houses and good ol’… Continue reading THE LYMM LACINGS
“BELOW US ONLY MUD”
Yes, Hale gets two posts, cos I liked it, a lot. And it might give me another chance to slander Old Mudgie’s ancestral home of Widnes. Leaving my NBSS 3 half of Bury St Edmunds finest I set off to explore the coast, and admire the statue of the Childe of Hale. If he really… Continue reading “BELOW US ONLY MUD”
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