July 2023. Slingsby. North Yorkshire. After our bull scare, a rare new GBG tick in the lovely Howardian Hills. Slingsby’s Grapes is almost the local for the Howard family themselves. It’s hard to see where the Sunday night custom for the Grapes comes from. 665 souls, says Wiki, and the most deserted High Street of… Continue reading THE WISDOM OF GEORGE W., THE WONDERS OF THE GRAPES, SLINGSBY.
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BELFAST
I’ve restarted my Monday lunchtime cinema sessions at Sheffield’s lovely Light, now that masks aren’t compulsory. Given that I’ve never been to a screen with more than half a dozen other customers and they all sit a dozen rows behind me I can live with that. I went for the noon show, and fuelled up… Continue reading BELFAST
NO ROOM TO SQUEEZE (IN) THE GRAPES
Back from Wark (I think it’s still Friday), via the wonderful looking pubs of Acomb and Humshaugh, where Mrs RM had kindly acted as my DES 3 years ago when she did a stint working up the A68 in Scottish Borders Council. Being a kindly person, I let her have an hour recovering in the… Continue reading NO ROOM TO SQUEEZE (IN) THE GRAPES
“I can’t understand why Stranraer lie so lowly”
And finally, we arrive at the highlight of my short Southern Scottish saunter. NO-ONE had given me a good word about Stranraer, so you’ll know how Maidenhead feels now after Mrs RM and I dissed it. But, like Peterlee and Peterhead and Peterborough (there’s a theme here) that negativity only made me want to visit… Continue reading “I can’t understand why Stranraer lie so lowly”
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