I start your new week with big (BIG) news, care of our Mark; Yes, Waitrose have officially recognised the Pub Ticker as a key part of their demographic and are offering 20% off a pack of markers to lure us into their stores to buy quail eggs or whatever they sell. Mrs RM has asked… Continue reading WILLIAM (EVERARD), IT WAS REALLY NOTHING (TO REPLACE THAT DUFF PINT OF TIGER)
Tag: Nottinghamshire
“The Doom Bar has replaced the Bass”
Blimey ! More pictures of beer as my blog header, what’s going wrong. Back to Rushcliffe (aka Kenneth Clarke country) for a second tick. I’m really speeding up now. East Leake is neighbours with Gotham, Zouch, Bunny, Sutton “Chris” Bonnington and the ultra-mysterious West Leake. Sadly, it was raining intermittently, despite my presence, and the… Continue reading “The Doom Bar has replaced the Bass”
BASS IS BACK ! (v.4)
The weeks have started to develop a pattern. Pop down to Waterbeach once a week, stopping at the East Markham McDonalds (I’m sponsoring No.107 next season), take Dad to 3 new garden centres with weird pot plants (he ticks the centres in ochre. Possibly), then stop somewhere interesting in the campervan on the way home… Continue reading BASS IS BACK ! (v.4)
ROOTS MANOEUVRE
“Taskmaster burst the bionic zit-splitter Breakneck speed we drown ten pints of bitter We lean all day and some say that ain’t productive That depend upon the demons that you’re stuck with” Roots Manuva – Witness Clearly Rodney aka Roots has been on a pub crawl with Stafford’s Paul and knows that ten pints of… Continue reading ROOTS MANOEUVRE
THE ABDICATION – PROPER PUB, PROPER ROLLS
I like to finish a county’s Beer Guide entries with a good pub, and Nottingham’s Abdication is a cracker. It’s in Daybrook/Arnold/Nottingham North, depending on your level of geographical pedantry. I’d never heard of Daybrook. Two important buildings are nearby. One is a Premier Inn, that essential for a beer break. The other is the one… Continue reading THE ABDICATION – PROPER PUB, PROPER ROLLS
BRINSLEY – MIDNIGHT FIG & POMEGRANATE HANDWASH
Having goaded Alan Winfield the other day, I’m on safer ground with this trip to rural Notts, about 10 miles north of Alan’s turf. And about five miles north of the scariest place on earth, the divorce capital of the world. Owing to an amendment to our marriage contract, Mrs RM must always make trips… Continue reading BRINSLEY – MIDNIGHT FIG & POMEGRANATE HANDWASH
THE FULL SPOONS BLOW-OUT IN NEWARK
“Not another post from Newark !” I can hear Dick and Dave cry from 2,138 miles away. Well tough, Newark is full of good beer, cheer and isn’t very dear (that should get me a tenner from the Tourist Office). It’s so good we might end up living in our campervan on the free site… Continue reading THE FULL SPOONS BLOW-OUT IN NEWARK
BLUE GRIM REAPERS, BLINDFOLDS AND BEST BITTER
It’s been a bad day for Mrs RM judging by the F and C words* flying about since 4am this morning. Some folk have been noticeably happier today, but that could equally be the birthday cake. To cheer her up we walked a mile in the rain to the Vaults in Newark, a Beer Guide… Continue reading BLUE GRIM REAPERS, BLINDFOLDS AND BEST BITTER
THE MYSTERIOUS PORTLAND BREWING CO.
Mrs RM bought the campervan she’s been eyeing for a year, so plans are being prepared for exciting trips to Anchor, Shropshire and the Belgian coast. Our first trip out was even more exciting, a night in Brownhills Motorhomes in Newark. There’s many worse places to be than Newark on a Saturday night, unless the town… Continue reading THE MYSTERIOUS PORTLAND BREWING CO.
CHARLES DICKENS IN RETFORD
Apart from the walking, one of the main attractions of retirement was reading books in pubs, with a pint in front of the fire. Perhaps I didn’t expect the seating to look quite like this, but then this is Retford 2016. My Charles Dickens** still felt like 1866 though. Retford had it’s brief moment at… Continue reading CHARLES DICKENS IN RETFORD
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