April 2024. Sheffield. I concluded a two hour stroll, through the pub interiors, graveyards and botanical gardens, and cryptic comments, at The York, the smartest pub on Fulwood Road, the “University street”. Or at least that’s how I remember the York from James’s first year in Endcliffe residences, when True North ran a more pubby… Continue reading A KIRKSTALL ENCROACHMENT INTO SHEFFIELD
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MILL ROAD, OVER THE BRIDGE
July 2023. Cambridge. Reference to “Barbie” yesterday has no doubt had you wondering, “Has Retired Martin been to see Barbie yet ?“. Interestingly, ONE of our family has seen it. And Oppenheimer, which I reckon is the same length as a BRAPA blog but with fewer toothless drunks. Matt went to watch the one about… Continue reading MILL ROAD, OVER THE BRIDGE
THE KIRKSTALL END
21st November 2022. Hourly trains from Castleford to Leeds, a regularity aimed squarely at the pub ticker. Leeds is a target for fans of cutting-edge street art these days. This one is called “Woke Simon Attacked By Big Bird In Brid”. When I “worked” trips to Leeds were a regular occurrence for national meetings not… Continue reading THE KIRKSTALL END
FRIENDS OF HAM
The 18:13 from Gargrave to Leeds was delayed by a minute, so I only had a minute to run from Platform 15 to Platform 6 to catch the fast service to Sheffield, which if young people moved quicker I’d have jumped on before the doors slid closed 30 seconds early. So, an hour to kill… Continue reading FRIENDS OF HAM
HURLY BURLEY
I nearly forgot to write about this one. And it’s a corker. Even better, you get to walk past the only Northern place my Mum can name on the way. The Cardigan Arms is a short hop from Burley Park station, better known as the home of Sir Geoffrey, and not too far from… Continue reading HURLY BURLEY
MISPLACED LOYALTY TO THE TETS
So our bloggers crawl ended at the Templar, the obligatory old-school Tetley pub occupied by all of Leeds society, including plenty of the tradesmen notable by their absence on the Boar Lane strip. It really is gorgeous, and the hand pumps are classics. “Pint of Tetley please” “Tetley ?!” “Yes, Tetley” “Are you quite… Continue reading MISPLACED LOYALTY TO THE TETS
LEEDS & THE BRUDENELL SOCIAL CLUB
Some of the best weather ever yesterday lunchtime made my walk up to the Bronte Waterfall a joy. The fact that this was in November made it scarcely believable. Predictably thick fog descended on the A660 into Leeds, but didn’t stop me completing a 19 mile day. In the evening I saw the welcome return to… Continue reading LEEDS & THE BRUDENELL SOCIAL CLUB
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