I mentioned earlier about the challenges of settling into Sheffield during Lockdown, and how we’ll need pubs and gigs and football before we’ll really feel like it’s home. But meeting the lovely Sheffield Hatter and Co. (milliners of distinction) on his home turf has made us more at home, and I feel like I personally… Continue reading PREPARING TO VOTE
(Before you ask the half was mine. #PintWomen ) At the weekend Mrs RM made me go and look at houses in the North. You know, THE North. Mumsnet readers know it well; ***************** ***************** Comic gold. I guarantee you, most Mumsnet readers think Stockport is in Manchester, which they think is in Stoke. GinDaddyRedux… Continue reading THE NORTH – AN ACQUIRED TASTE
The return journey from Glasgow to Manchester was uneventful, bar a succession of Spanish students sticking their phones in my recharging point and leaving them buzzing all the way to Lancaster. Come Thursday, with an arduous day out in Preston ahead, I settled on a quiet day in Chorley, capital of the bit between Bolton… Continue reading COTTONING ON TO CHORLEY’S CHARMS, IS IT BAPS OR IS IT BARMS ?
You go two years without a New Mills post and then you get two in a day ! I like to think you get the truth on this blog, dear reader. Perhaps not quite as candidly as young BRAPA, but even so. I await his Amber Valley Palma Violets post with interest. In a nutshell,… Continue reading MISSING THE TRAIN FROM NEW MILLS – THE TRUTH