WAITING FOR THE BASS BARREL TO BE CHANGED IN WILLINGTON

November 2023. Willington. Derby. I like the fact the newbie Guide entries are so unpredictable; just like the Spanish Inquisition no-one (except Life After Football) would have predicted the Dragon in Willington. LAF even suggested a week’s holiday in your first stop south of Derby, but a night in a campervan in the station car… Continue reading WAITING FOR THE BASS BARREL TO BE CHANGED IN WILLINGTON

“See ya, me duck”. You “B” winning in Hilcote.

October 2023. Hilcote. Derbyshire. If you didn’t use the Good Beer Guide you’d never end up in weird places like Holbeach, and Rainham, and Paisley. And your life would be immeasurably less fulfilling with a life spent attending beer festivals and drinking cans of murk in your underpants. The GBG introduced me to the joys… Continue reading “See ya, me duck”. You “B” winning in Hilcote.

What’s that on the bench outside Sawley’s Bell ?

October 2023. Long Eaton. The train from Matlock arrived at 17:04, and I caught the 18:04 back to Sheffield. So I make that an hour in total to walk the 2.7 miles to Rowells and back (52 minutes say lazy Google), 15 minutes for the pint, 10 minutes wait for the crispy beef and Singapore… Continue reading What’s that on the bench outside Sawley’s Bell ?

YES, THE BASS IS STILL GOOD IN THE THORN TREE

October 2023. Matlock. Ian “The Wickingman” Thurman has a lot to answer for. Before his intervention a few years back Bass was happily dying off, seemingly with CAMRA folk’s blessing as a boring brown beer living off misguided past glories, set for the same fate as Boddington and Websters (RIP). But then Ian and a… Continue reading YES, THE BASS IS STILL GOOD IN THE THORN TREE

CONFIDENCE IN PUBLIC TRANSPORT AT THE LITTLE JOHN

October 2023. Hathersage. Peak District. An hour in Hathersage before the return to Sheffield. I was wearing inappropriate footwear so I couldn’t tackle Dale’s Bottom or Robin Hood’s Stoop. But after continuing to tick the GBG24 in singles at the Scotsmans Pack I did head up the lane to tick Little John’s grave. A cobbled… Continue reading CONFIDENCE IN PUBLIC TRANSPORT AT THE LITTLE JOHN