February 2024. Rotherham. Mrs RM had finally, finally, been released from her week of restraint and was in “Go big or go home” mode. She really wanted to visit the medieval looking Bridge Inn, but with an hour till 3pm opening it was a flat white in the cafe opposite the Minster or a pint… Continue reading If there’s anything in life better than watching folk come in and go out of the Cutler’s I’ve yet to discover it.
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TREES GROWING OUT OF DEAD PUBS IN ROTHERHAM SPECIAL
You left me standing opposite Rotherham Minster with a flat white (Derbyshire : “picnic”) in my hand, with about 20 minutes to go till I picked up something essential for Mrs RM. There was no one about, bar an old chap perched on a seat 20 yards away with his takeaway coffee (probably a latte,… Continue reading TREES GROWING OUT OF DEAD PUBS IN ROTHERHAM SPECIAL
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