Still blogging from the Welsh Wander nearly two weeks ago, and a Friday night in Lymm felt the perfect way to rest up before yet another trip into Manchester. Mrs RM parked up in the car park near the Cross, jumped when she saw the parking patrol out and about at 20:00 in a small… Continue reading LYMM – COBBLES, CURRY, CASK FLYING OUT
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THE LYMM LACINGS
Many criticise the Beer Guide as a collection of drinking clubs for the middle-aged topers who enjoy ticking handpumps perched on uncomfortable high seats. But those of us who actually use the good book will know that the new entries continue to confound and delight with their variety; cricket clubs, creche-cum-coffee houses and good ol’… Continue reading THE LYMM LACINGS
HYDE-ING FROM HAIL IN LYMM
Enough of the southern softies with their Peroni and rugger; back up north for a few ticks before chips and City. Into Lymm, famed as the place where BRAPA insulted the locals by asking whether the village was in Greater Manchester. I visited the location where Simon was sacrificed to the God of Proper Counties.… Continue reading HYDE-ING FROM HAIL IN LYMM
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