February 2025. York. We left Brew York after sharing a third of that inevitable Imperial Stout, conscious that, as the word below “Trust me you can dance” says, too much beer is a very bad thing. So, no trip across the road to the Blue Bell, or to Ossett’s Hop, which as Mrs RM noted… Continue reading A SHAMBLES
Tag: North Yorkshire
JUICE FORSYTH
February 2025. York. Back from Poppleton, I wondered how much of her ChatGPT generated Insta-friendly York blog Mrs RM had managed to tick while I was ticking the Lord Nelson. Not a lot. “Research” her excuse. She’d found York astonishingly busy on a damp Sunday night the week before half-term, and sure enough the pubs… Continue reading JUICE FORSYTH
LET’S GO TO POPPLETON
February 2025. Poppleton. York. No new GBG entries in Ye Olde Cittie of York for what seems like aeons, so thank goodness for Poppleton, said no-one ever. “I’ve been to Paradise, but I’ve never been to Poppleton” sang Charlene on her 1982 Motown chart-topper. First stop west of York on the Harrogate line; 5 minutes… Continue reading LET’S GO TO POPPLETON
YORK CITY. EXCEPCIONAL
February 2025. York. A Sunday night in York, but not here; not in the Grand (£229 tonight), not when you can stay at a Travelodge 5 minutes walk from the walls for £32.99. UK hotel prices have gone mad recently, just take a look at Premier Inn in London in April, and on a grey… Continue reading YORK CITY. EXCEPCIONAL
A “MYSTERY” COACH TRIP FROM ASHTON-UNDER-LYNE TO THE PHOENIX IN YORK
February 2025. York. Mrs RM was following the “Secret York” guide generated By ChatGPT. I’m not sure “Walk the Walls” really qualifies as a local’s secret, even if you are starting from the southern side at Fishergate Bar. Five minutes of Mrs RM shouting “You’re too close to the edge !” as if I was… Continue reading A “MYSTERY” COACH TRIP FROM ASHTON-UNDER-LYNE TO THE PHOENIX IN YORK
THE GOLDEN BALL, YORK. BAD KITTY, SHY CAT
February 2025. York. We said we’d get away straight after the funeral; Mrs RM hoped for Moldova, I wanted Maidenhead. It never happened, what with trips to banks and father-in-laws and such. But Sunday brought news of £33 Travelodges in big cities, and with its most famous resident 250 miles away in Neath, there would… Continue reading THE GOLDEN BALL, YORK. BAD KITTY, SHY CAT
SITTING ON THE DOCK OF THE BAY (SLIGHT RETURN)
March 2024. Robin Hood’s Bay. I had to end that last post abruptly as I was getting off a catamaran. We’ll rejoin the story in Robin Hood’s Bay, where Mrs RM is irritated by the fact I’ve made her walk down a steep hill, to a gorgeous pub I’ve just told her doesn’t open till… Continue reading SITTING ON THE DOCK OF THE BAY (SLIGHT RETURN)
BACON AND BEER AT ROBIN HOOD’S BAY
March 2024. Robin Hood’s Bay. An overnighter in Whitby, then a trip down the coast via breakfast bacon baps at Botham’s bakery, which is my best alliteration since yesterday. Maltmeister had insisted I have a Botham’s, so while Mrs RM fitted in a work call in the Marston’s motel I nipped out to the actual… Continue reading BACON AND BEER AT ROBIN HOOD’S BAY
“WHITBY FATTIES”. DO THE 199 STEPS.
March 2024. Whitby. Some more holiday snaps from the Yorkshire holiday coast, as we join the throngs on the tight little lanes leading to the Abbey. Not sure how I found an empty street at 3pm on a Sunday. The hordes were congregating outside the black jet jewellery, Whitby fatties, and ambitiously priced antiques that… Continue reading “WHITBY FATTIES”. DO THE 199 STEPS.
TOP 100 PUBS – QUIRKY DEN, WHITBY
March 2024. Whitby. Hard to believe, but Whitby is the UK’s tourism cash cow, its Monschau or Lake Como if you like; the all-year tourist attraction for Brits young and old, frail and sporty, drawn by steep steps and seagull stealing saveloy, which is my best alliteration for a while. We only had to sell… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – QUIRKY DEN, WHITBY
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