June 2025. Sheffield. By Sunday night I’d had two (2) days to recover from the excesses of That Derby, and suddenly realised I had 10,000 more steps to walk. Sunday night in a Sheffield pub, then. The city centre has been improving rapidly since Mrs RM and I arrived to gentrify the place in 2020,… Continue reading SUNDAY NIGHT IS QUIZ NIGHT AT SHEFFIELD’S TWO & SIX
Tag: Micro Pubs
HEY, BUDE
I needed three attacks on Cornwall to finish the GBG entries, due to one of them “not having a chef” and one of them being a micro and all. But at least that micro was in Bude, one of the few UK towns I’d never stopped in. No idea why, I must have whizzed by… Continue reading HEY, BUDE
GLOUCESTERSHIRE HAS FALLEN – A CHARFIELD CRACKER
I like to imagine my readers in their condominiums (nothing to do with prophylactics, apparently), following my progress round the UK on giant maps or Google Street View, perhaps mirroring my mileage on their exercise bikes. Here’s on Journey to Glory (random Spandau Ballet reference for Mark C) completing Gloucestershire. Charfield , tucked in the… Continue reading GLOUCESTERSHIRE HAS FALLEN – A CHARFIELD CRACKER
ROSS-ON-WHY ?
I wanted to us (D)ross-on-Wye, I really did, but that would be unfair and as you know I reserve my unfairness for a certain Berkshire Thames-side town. And besides I used it before, in 2017. We took the much longer route (1 minute more) through the Vale of Leadon and Much Marcle, passing a giant… Continue reading ROSS-ON-WHY ?
LUCIFER OVER STOCKTON
As I mentioned the other day, there’s some stupid hotel prices being quoted as our summer (“what Summer ?”) limps to an end, as lifeless as an Arsenal performance at the Etihad. Pub men have their work cut out finding cheery B & B s from which to tick Guide entries using unreliable trains. Step… Continue reading LUCIFER OVER STOCKTON
RUMBLE BY THE HUMBER
Here’s the Brough micro I promised you earlier, the last of the trio of E.Yorks ticks a week last Saturday. Football fans will immediately notice North Ferriby FC, the only team on Humberside to win a national cup competition, before disappearing completely. The Histon of the North, perhaps.. Rather more seriously, Brough has recently lost… Continue reading RUMBLE BY THE HUMBER
LOOK WHAT YOU COULD HAVE HAD
This week I told you I was finding it hard to get back into the routine of ticking, like Chris Tavare struggling to recover his dogged resistance after a week of ODIs and 20/20s, I guess. My next tick in came in the Junction, a micropub 2 miles from Burton only open Friday and Saturday… Continue reading LOOK WHAT YOU COULD HAVE HAD
GARAGE TICKIN’, CHURCH JABBIN’
Back home in Sheffield (still sounds odd), I realised I’d better start using my Sundays better if I’m going to get that Guide completed. My scientific research reveals that 188.7% of my remaining GBG ticks will be micropubs, which means they only open on Friday to Sunday evenings (unless the owner is away collecting an… Continue reading GARAGE TICKIN’, CHURCH JABBIN’
NEWSTEAD AND THE PIT
27th February 2020 A glorious February came to an end in the coalfields of Nottinghamshire, inevitably at a community focused micro. Pleasingly, it filled an irritating gap in the GBG map. These things matter when you’re as old as me. A fifteen minute hop from Mansfield’s shiny station gave me a few minutes to explore… Continue reading NEWSTEAD AND THE PIT
HEST IS BEST
Lancashire pub life, eh ? Ain’t it grand. Irish Sea Dave is the expert on the basic pubs of Morecambe Bay, and has almost certainly beat me to the Crossing at the, er, crossing at Hest Bank, one of three (3) pubs in a row on my Morecambe meander. A pleasant stroll along the coast… Continue reading HEST IS BEST
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