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
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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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