18th January 2020 I’ve been uncharacteristically generous to my Sis on this trip, you might think, given the tiny lanes she directed me down in Cornwall (“Only following orders !”). But her pubby observations are highly valued, she doesn’t chat about the Love Island twins from Waterbeach, and when we had a tyre blow out… Continue reading WESTON BLACK CATS AND CULLOMPTON BLOWOUTS
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LONG BUCKBY, M’DUCK
I loved the Badger’s Arms in Long Buckby, and I know BRAPA will too. How can you resist a place run by a Mr Badger (or indeed, Mr. A. Badger). They’ve even opened a railway station half a mile down the road for Si’s visit in in 2027. I covered Buckby three years ago, and… Continue reading LONG BUCKBY, M’DUCK
2 MILES FROM FISHLAKE
I spent Bonfire Night at the Travelodge in the picture postcard location of the M18/M180 motorway services, because I’m worth it. Not only was it £33, and gave me 20% over the overpriced confectionery at WH Smith, but it allowed me to walk to my final South Yorkshire tick for GBG 20. Look closely at… Continue reading 2 MILES FROM FISHLAKE
THE PEAK BEFORE THE FLOODS
From Oxford I headed up to Sheffield on an errand for James involving shopping for clothes. As you’ll imagine, errands involve shopping for clothes are high on my bucket list. On a beautiful Autumn day I wove up through the area known as BeerMatLand into Matlock, looking all hilly and industrial and lovely as I… Continue reading THE PEAK BEFORE THE FLOODS
GEORDIE BOYS, TICKING JOYS
“He’s not really going to do EIGHT Tyneside posts, is he ?” you ask. Dunno. Depends if they all produce enough photos to eke out a storyline. You can never tire of the Tyne, surely ? I can get a little tired of the micros behind the station, but that’s as much because I get… Continue reading GEORDIE BOYS, TICKING JOYS
NO DISPOSABLE CAMERA **** IN THE DARTON TAP
In case you’re alarmed, the **** is BRAP, whose Adventure rather ran to ground in the Darton Tap in January, when a lack of careful planning meant a trip to a South Yorkshire chemist as humiliating as the one taken by Suggs in “House of Fun”. The results were hilarious. In honour of that classic… Continue reading NO DISPOSABLE CAMERA **** IN THE DARTON TAP
PARKGATE – IT’S NOW OR NEVER
Plenty of notice for the Elvis night at the Fitzwilliam, anyway. Mind, you’re never more than 50 yards from an Elvis night in Rotherham. And increasingly, you’re never more than 237 yards from a new micropub. I almost did this one, round the corner from the Something Brew Inn… But my next GBG tick was… Continue reading PARKGATE – IT’S NOW OR NEVER
