I didn’t take ANY notes in the Rovers Return but it hardly mattered.

It was 21:33 when Irish Sea Dave and I made the Rovers Return. 21:33 on a Tuesday night in June after the TT races. Most places in the UK the pub would be emptying out; the Rover was filling up. You know where you stand with the Rover; It’s not fussy. I compared it to… Continue reading I didn’t take ANY notes in the Rovers Return but it hardly mattered.

SOOTY HAS A BLACK EYE BUT THE DOUGLAS MARKET PUBS AREN’T TO BLAME

I’d woke up that Monday at my usual 05:45 (sorry, Duncan) to catch the farming news, and now it was 18:45 on Tuesday and I’d only had two (2) hours sleep in thirty-seven, snatched on the Ben-My-Chree on that early morning crossing from Heysham. Technically, I could have caught the evening journey back to Heysham,… Continue reading SOOTY HAS A BLACK EYE BUT THE DOUGLAS MARKET PUBS AREN’T TO BLAME

OPENING HOURS DRAMA ON THE ISLE OF MAN

Five ticks in the bag, the Isle of Man complete, I caught the Number 1 from Castletown Co-op back to Douglas, remembering to say “Hello fairies” at Fairy Bridge. Just me, AGAIN. Don’t these people treasure tradition ? The business district seemed bustling, the pubs less so. Douglas seems to come alive after dark. I… Continue reading OPENING HOURS DRAMA ON THE ISLE OF MAN