Greetings from Stafford Station, where Paul Mudge has just introduced me to the joys of the Railway, a wonderful pub. A week ago the Sheffield Codgers, whose album of Dylan covers would make a great Christmas present, were heading for Belper pub No.2. Yes, a bit plain, bit that’s Lincoln Green for you. Inside you’ll… Continue reading LINCOLN GREEN, BELPER BLUE HUMOUR
Yes, those ARE Christmas decorations up in Ye Olde Dolphin. What is wrong with the world, can’t we celebrate Halloween a bit longer. Or my birthday (22 December) a bit earlier ? Yes, I gave in to the Dolphin on the way back to the station. There are other famous options round here, of course,… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – YE OLDE DOLPHIN INNE
The big news this morning is that double-jabbed Americans will be able to visit us without isolation from next month. They might not be able to go back home, but who cares ? They can stay in our garage as long as they want as long as they make me a coffee at 6am each… Continue reading WA HEY IT’S WHALEY !
Some scenic pics for you from a week ago, as I take the slow train to Manchester and jump off (not literally) at cheery Chinley. A trio of Old Boys in hiking gear discussed the pubs at all the stops, raising hopes that they were local CAMRAs about to score ALL the pubs in the… Continue reading INTO THE HIGH PEAK
Mrs RM reminds me that we moved north to have trips into the Peaks on our doorstep, and last Friday we set off on the A57 Snake Pass to walk Kinder Scout get a GBG tick after a modest walk in the hills. Parked up east of town, an hour’s walk along the edge of… Continue reading OLD GLOSSOP, NEW GLOSSOP
Short posts, I’m not in the mood. Grrrr. Moving to Sheffield puts the gems of the Peak District in easy reach. Let’s go to Matlock, with its annual new GBG pub and improbable hills. Underrated industrial buildings too, though scarred by the occasional micropub (can you spot it ?). The obligatory non-pub cat looked a… Continue reading IT’S HILLY IN MATLOCK, ISN’T IT ?
More encroachment into Life After Football territory, as I approach the ACTUAL border between Derby and Nottingham, the very point at which Clough switches from Ram to Tree. Yes, it’s Long Eaton, again. The town you’re guaranteed an annual GBG trip to that will NEVER quite result in a stay long enough to make a… Continue reading SAWLEY TEMPTED
Simon read my post on the Redemption last night (I’m honoured !) and wondered if I was being entirely serious in my effusive praise. I was. All they need to do to make it perfect is to actually sell the beers advertised on the wall; With 20 minutes till my second GBG tick, I thought… Continue reading NECTAR AT THE ANGRY BEE
One thing I meant to say, it really is great (re)exploring a new place in the UK; I spent three hours in Heanor, visited three micropubs and by the time I left I was euphoric. How is this possible ? Heanor hadn’t featured on the Pub Man radar this century, bar the little whoop of… Continue reading East Midlands Micro Redemption
Back at Alfreton the platform was filling up with the Bank Holiday crowd. The alternative title for this blog post was “Huddled up in Heanor with those gin can blues again” as the Alfreton Knitting Circle commenced its annual trip to the Nottingham Lace Market. It felt a bit weird standing on a train, after… Continue reading FROM LANGLEY MILL TO HEANOR…