March 2025. Hitchin. Mrs RM’s quest to visit all the countries in Europe (she such a ticker) reaches a pause, if not a conclusion, in Moldova. For now, Belarus seems A Bad Idea, if only because of the rumoured lack of Bass. Luton Airport is home to Wizz Air, budget airline to all of Eastern… Continue reading 3 HOURS IN HITCHIN – RAJ DOUTH AND UNLIMITED FLAT WHITES
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HITCHIN HERTS MY EARS (Queens Of The Stone Age’s fault)
October 2023. Hitchin, Herts. Yes, finally into October, and an immediate return to the new GBG for an unexpected entry in That Hitchin. We were married in Willian, lived in Letchworth and Hitchin for a decade, endured (well, Mrs RM did) the birth of James at Stevenage Hospital and I’m sure, sure, I visited ALL… Continue reading HITCHIN HERTS MY EARS (Queens Of The Stone Age’s fault)
MEMORIES
Before we move on from the Half Moon in Hitchin, here’s another (less controversial) photo of that party. The inflatable unicorn doesn’t look any happier I’m taking a photo of her, does she ? We’d enjoyed a lovely hour or so with Hitchin John, reminiscing about back alleys and forgotten boozers, but we were struggling… Continue reading MEMORIES
DOING IT IN HALVES
Hitchin John is always great company, and the only thing I can say against him is that he lives in Hitchin, which never has new GBG entries. He should move to Stockton-on-Tees and we could meet up every month. Still, despite the thrill of the tick it’s always nice to pop back and do a… Continue reading DOING IT IN HALVES
WELCOME TO HITCHIN
Simon spends what seems like a month in North Wales and crams it into 2 blog posts; Mrs RM and I spend an evening in Hitchin (zero ticks) and you’ll get at least three posts out of it. I reckon 400 words, 8 photos and a map is about the limit for my readers; you’ve… Continue reading WELCOME TO HITCHIN
MORE McMULLENS MAGIC
Yet more Hitchin highlights for you. Could I yet become an ambassador for the town, after slagging it off a week ago ? Well for a start, there was nothing in Hitchin as scarily unwelcoming as THIS obstruction heavy craft bar in Letchworth… And you arrive at Hitchin Railway Station on this lovely train. As… Continue reading MORE McMULLENS MAGIC
TABLE SERVICE TRAUMAS IN SPOONS
ANOTHER trip to Hitchin with the eldest son, before a couple of days walking in the Mendips. James left the town for the delights of Waterbeach and the A10 when he was one, and had no memory of our house, which has just sold for six times what we paid for it in 1993. And… Continue reading TABLE SERVICE TRAUMAS IN SPOONS
HITCHIN CRAFT UNION CONSPIRACY SPECIAL
My first post from Hitchin met with some kickback by other people who couldn’t get away from it quick enough. So I’m back, bringing you more reports from the cutting-edge of craft beer. In some towns (Stockport, probably) there’d be a hipster with a microbrewery under every one of those canvases in the market square.… Continue reading HITCHIN CRAFT UNION CONSPIRACY SPECIAL
HITCHIN, HURTS
More local pubbing. Well, Hitchin is only an area away, next door to where I drop James off for his driving lessons. Covid-19 has just cancelled his driving test, AGAIN; perhaps they’ll give him a licence anyway if it happens a 3rd time and he can drive me to a pub. We lived here for… Continue reading HITCHIN, HURTS
HITCHIN CRAFT INVASION
I’d always thought the real sign of a craft breakthrough would be a bar with keg fonts on the back wall in the North Hertfordshire towns of my youth. Well, Letchworth suddenly has a modern brewery tap and a bottle shop to rival anything in Glossop. And now, from possibly the lowest starting point of… Continue reading HITCHIN CRAFT INVASION
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