TREATED LIKE ROYALTY IN SUBURBAN SHEFFIELD

My first possibility was “The slow, sad decline of midweek drinking“, a rumination on the emptiness of pubs outside the weekend rush (see also: Life After Football). Plenty of pubs round me, of course, and as you’ll know I intend to visit EVERY one of them on foot, even though that’ll muck up my GBG… Continue reading TREATED LIKE ROYALTY IN SUBURBAN SHEFFIELD

SHEFFIELD – SAVING THE BEST TO LAST

First things first.  Sheffield is a wonderful city, even without the pubs.  I once walked from Meadowhall to the Rivelin Valley while Mrs RM attempted to find something shiny to buy; you won’t get a better long urban walk anywhere, except possibly along the Water of Leith.  I’d be happy to live in Crookes**, but you… Continue reading SHEFFIELD – SAVING THE BEST TO LAST