VOMIT ON THE STREETS OF WHALLEY…

….Cliviger, Barnoldswick, Chipping etc etc August 2023. Whalley. Whalley had looked such a genteel little village when we arrived. Hardly a soul, free parking by the Martyrs church, black and white quintessential Englishness, parish church dating back to 628 (AD), and a main street majoring on jewellery and bridal make-up. The highlight, breakfast pastries at… Continue reading VOMIT ON THE STREETS OF WHALLEY…

HOW MANY BEERS CAN YOU DRINK IN A BAR WITH 42 BEERS ON ?

August 2023. Clitheroe. It had been 20 years since Mrs RM was last in Clitheroe, the Glossop of the North (there isn’t one of those in the South) and I wanted her to see the Bowland Brewery development in Holmes Mill. To be honest, Clitheroe didn’t look a lot different. Perhaps that’s the problem with… Continue reading HOW MANY BEERS CAN YOU DRINK IN A BAR WITH 42 BEERS ON ?

YOUR GUIDE TO THE BEST BED AND BREAKFAST IN AN ABBEY NEAR CLITHEROE (THERE’S EVEN MADRI).

August 2023. Whalley. In the Spring of 1997, fresh into my first Finance Director job, I joined an expedition from St Albans to Whalley (via a tick lunch stop at the Red Lion in Kegworth), where the two main NHS bodies responsible for learning disability services were comparing notes at Calderstones “Hospital”. One of my… Continue reading YOUR GUIDE TO THE BEST BED AND BREAKFAST IN AN ABBEY NEAR CLITHEROE (THERE’S EVEN MADRI).

I’m Sawley tempted, but Mrs RM succumbs to the Unicorn

August 2023. Sawley, Bowland. As you can tell, my stint at the BRAPA course on witty blog titles wasn’t a great success and I want my money back. The problem with Sawley is you’re almost obliged to have “Sawley tempted” in the title; it’s a bit like Sexual Ealing. Anyway, two hour via Bradford on… Continue reading I’m Sawley tempted, but Mrs RM succumbs to the Unicorn

WHERE THE **** IS KNUZDEN ?

April 2023. In my dotage, I imagine I’ll re-read my own blog and reminisce about the magic night when I slept in my campervan in Oswaldtwistle (pronounced Os-twit). Oswaldtwistle is the mysterious land between Blackburn and Accrington best known for the eponymous Mills visited by coachloads of gentlefolks on the lookout for fragrant candles and… Continue reading WHERE THE **** IS KNUZDEN ?