Yes, that is a Top Ten (10), Dave. The Lamplighter is your BIG reason to visit Jersey, apart from the excellent Marks & Spencer lingerie department (oops, wrong blog) and the chance to take home a sack of potatoes as an acceptable present. The route to this Channel Islands classic, cunningly disguised as The Pet… Continue reading TOP 10 PUBS – THE LAMPLIGHTER, ST HELIER
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A WHIZZ ROUND HERM
Day 5 of the Channel Islands Circuit, heading back to Jersey in the evening before the flight home. What to do with a free day with the ticks in the suitcase. Well, Mrs RM showed her own ticking streak by insisting we did the 20 minute crossing to Herm to complete the set of 5… Continue reading A WHIZZ ROUND HERM
MRS RM TIPS THE DOOM BAR IN LLANGOLLEN
“I want you to get massively behind on your blog” says Mrs RM as she drives me kicking and screaming round another half dozen pubs yesterday. Last week we made a much needed trip into North Wales, which from our overnighter in Eccles only took 90 minutes. Honestly, Llangollen is gorgeous, isn’t it ? Shame… Continue reading MRS RM TIPS THE DOOM BAR IN LLANGOLLEN
TO BEXLEYHEATH !
If Stevenage needs an advertising slogan, they could do better than “Mrs RM preferred you to an evening in Bexleyheath“. “Last tick in Greater London, you’ll never sing that !” counters The Bex. An expensive tick, but relatively quick from Stevenage with the bonus of a stop in London Bridge on the return. Which pub… Continue reading TO BEXLEYHEATH !
NOT A SPENNYMOOR, SEVERAL PENNIES LESS
“What ! You didn’t WALK to Spennymoor ?” I hear you say. “It’s only six miles, you wimp“. In honesty, Mrs RM was a bit exhausted and I didn’t want to abandon her too long. And the bus (No.6, Sapphire), electric sockets and irritating juvenile behaviour free, had me outside the Little Tap in 20… Continue reading NOT A SPENNYMOOR, SEVERAL PENNIES LESS
WHEN IN BURTON, A MAN SHOULD DRINK THE LOCAL BEER
That’s not me being sexist, by the way, I’m sure it’s a direct quote from Wordsworth. Or Burton Tourist Office. Women ARE allowed to drink Doom Bar rather than Babycham or Rochefort 10, even though Mrs RM turned down the amber nectar at Winchester in 2019. You left me at Henry’s Record Shop, having just… Continue reading WHEN IN BURTON, A MAN SHOULD DRINK THE LOCAL BEER
AND A NIGHT OUT IN SWINDON
Many of you have express disappointment, nay, anger, at the lack of Maidenhead on this blog recently. No doubt they won’t be happy that I try to satisfy you with Binfield, either. But it’s only 5 miles south of the Honey Pot and as close as Mrs RM or I dare go. And the Stag… Continue reading AND A NIGHT OUT IN SWINDON
AN UN-INN-SPIRED CHOICE ?
One of the odd dilemmas of life in Sheffield is that the pubs and scenery is so good that I have to devote some time to the Ticknalls and Tingleys and Thorpe Hesleys rather than the ticks I need in Wales (the actual one, not the one near Worksop). So on Sunday (ages ago now)… Continue reading AN UN-INN-SPIRED CHOICE ?
DEATH, DOOM AND DARLO
Day 2 of the Great Northern Campervan Crawl a fortnight ago, and the first of Mrs RM’s stints working in a pub. Due to some big French IT project (French : “Le IT project”) she’d agreed to work a week of mornings that week, telling Claudes and Jean-Pauls to turn it on and off again… Continue reading DEATH, DOOM AND DARLO
“The Doom Bar has replaced the Bass”
Blimey ! More pictures of beer as my blog header, what’s going wrong. Back to Rushcliffe (aka Kenneth Clarke country) for a second tick. I’m really speeding up now. East Leake is neighbours with Gotham, Zouch, Bunny, Sutton “Chris” Bonnington and the ultra-mysterious West Leake. Sadly, it was raining intermittently, despite my presence, and the… Continue reading “The Doom Bar has replaced the Bass”
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