November 2025. Calke. Derbyshire. A late dash to tick a few National Trust properties before the subs are due (we won’t renew). Blimey, talk about a well-pubbed location. Calke sits between Coalville, Burton, Derby and Beeston in the posh bit of Derbyshire. Real Life After Football territory. Actually, forget pubs, what an astonishing little bit… Continue reading CALKE AND THE MILKING PARLOUR
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THE OLD NAG’S HEAD, EDALE. FOR WHEN YOU NEED THAT PINT OF OLD PECULIER.
January 2025. Edale. A flying visit to one of the honeypot villages on the Dark Peak line from Sheffield to Manchester, where Mrs RM had successfully delayed our assault on Kinder Scout by nipping in the closest pub to Edale Station, and so, ill-prepared and with dusk an hour away, we disappoint Kentish Paul by… Continue reading THE OLD NAG’S HEAD, EDALE. FOR WHEN YOU NEED THAT PINT OF OLD PECULIER.
EDALE WITHOUT THE HIKING BOOTS
January 2025. Edale. Everyone told me that death (don’t panic, not my own) would be time-consuming, but it also casts an invisible barrier over your travel, daring you to travel too far from home (whatever that is) lest something unexpectedly requiring your presence to find a green slip for no obvious purpose crops up. So… Continue reading EDALE WITHOUT THE HIKING BOOTS
FROM LANGLEY MILL TO EASTWOOD
October 2024. Langley Mill. Sunday afternoon means rail trips to godforsaken East Midlands towns to tick micros. 40 minutes to Langley Mill, the station built especially to meet the needs of micro pubs in industrial Derbyshire and Notts, then a 35 (RM – 22) minute slog over the Erewash Canal, past the county border, stopping… Continue reading FROM LANGLEY MILL TO EASTWOOD
“BACK TO THE 80s” AT THE THORNBRIDGE TAP
April 2024. Bakewell. On rare occasions I judge it prudent to comply with Mrs RM’s arduous demands, which I think is a line from a play based at Chatsworth House. I knew she’d want to visit a new pub in this part of the Peak after walking the Chatsworth estate, and I knew the hotels,… Continue reading “BACK TO THE 80s” AT THE THORNBRIDGE TAP
LAMBING SEASON AT CHATSWORTH
April 2024. Chatsworth. “Can we go to Edensor this afternoon“ asks Mrs RM on Friday lunchtime. “Edensor ?” I said excitedly. Never heard of it, and neither had What Pub, it seems. It’s the estate village for Chatsworth House, which you’ll remember as the place where Keira Knightly reads improving books in Pride and Prejudice.… Continue reading LAMBING SEASON AT CHATSWORTH
NOTHING MUCH BEATS A PINT OF BASS BESIDE THE FIRE IN THE DEAD POETS
April 2024. Holbrook. Belper. I had to run through Belper‘s high street to catch the bus, scolded gently by a lovely driver. “Why’d ya run ?, I saw ya“. The journey to Holbrook takes 10 minutes, passing perhaps a half dozen worthwhile pubs on the way, including the White Hart. But today, at least, I… Continue reading NOTHING MUCH BEATS A PINT OF BASS BESIDE THE FIRE IN THE DEAD POETS
HALF A DOZEN PUBS IN EVERY COUNTY. No. 8 – DERBYSHIRE.
I should have told you before I started this little series that there are actually seventy-three (73) GBG counties, so we should be finished by 2027, by which time 98% of pubs in Derbyshire will be selling superlative Bass and it’s ALL Wickingman’s fault. Sadly, the Bass wasn’t on when I visited Ian in his… Continue reading HALF A DOZEN PUBS IN EVERY COUNTY. No. 8 – DERBYSHIRE.
UP THE (SAWLEY) JUNCTION
November 2023. Long Eaton. 20,871 steps on this Sunday, as well as a county-completing GBG tick and a five goal thriller, so a good day in Long Eaton only slightly diminished by a dull walk back to the station. If there was anything left to see in Long Eaton I’d have seen it… The Corner… Continue reading UP THE (SAWLEY) JUNCTION
STILL NO SPACE TO SWING A CAT IN THE BEER SHED
November 2023. New Mills. An hour between trains at New Mills Central was enough to walk to Chalkers and back for the tick, admire the singular joys of the play area (I didn’t get on the horse), and resist the body piercing I’m saving for a special birthday. I walked over the Goyt, the rushing… Continue reading STILL NO SPACE TO SWING A CAT IN THE BEER SHED
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