23rd October 2022. On the train back from Conisbrough the inspector checked my mobile ticket. “It’s OK to break my journey at Rotherham, yeah ?”. “Well, strictly, NO, it’s not. But you’ll be fine, I expect“. That’s the worst possible answer, isn’t it ? I should have asked Tom Irvin. My second South Yorkshire micro… Continue reading STEPTOE’S FOR ONE
More autumn pub exploration, this time to the odd area in what we professionals call the Sheffield-Rotherham-Worksop triangle. There’s been a few GBG entries in this mining area graced with a butterfly park and 1957 Ryder Cup course, but the only one left is a Greene King diner in North Anston. I took the train… Continue reading GREENE KING GLASS ATROCITIES IN TODWICK
Just to prove this blog isn’t all thirds of craft beer in sheds… Last Thursday I had to get the train to Rotherham to pick up our campervan from Gemini repair centre following a minor altercation. Most people have their vehicles delivered back on a truck, but who could pass up on the chance of… Continue reading BREAKFAST IN ROTHERHAM
I guess you left me in Rotherham; you usually do. If you want to know where Rotherham is, look on a map. I was thinking I ought to make an overdue return visit to the Cutlers, which a few of us had been talking about in the Fat Cat garden. But I’m nothing if not… Continue reading LOOKING THROUGH THE WINDOWS
Having invested £4.40 (which would buy you a third in Stevenson Square yesterday) in the Sheffield Tram Day Rider, I was determined to get full value out of it. If I walked into Rotherham central via the Trans Pennine Trail (apparently) I could enjoy the delights of South Yorkshire’s premier town before catching the tram… Continue reading NO CASK, WALK OUT
Enough about me propping up the Timbo profits; it’s time for BRAPA. In his landmark post on pub ticking last week Simon told us; “Next weeks outdoor April 12th re-opening will bring some limited localised joy shivering under the snowy umbrellas of York’s Fox and Golden Ball, but BRAPA will not recommence until I can… Continue reading PLAYING DES WITH BRAPA
Four posts from a 44 minute stroll round Rotherham. Grief; wait till I get an excuse to go to Barnsley ! From the top of Moorgate Street looking down on the Wellington and the Cutlers you can see the hills of Sheffield, and New York (not New York). I headed there now, stopping only to… Continue reading NEW YORK, OLD ROTHERHAM
You left me standing opposite Rotherham Minster with a flat white (Derbyshire : “picnic”) in my hand, with about 20 minutes to go till I picked up something essential for Mrs RM. There was no one about, bar an old chap perched on a seat 20 yards away with his takeaway coffee (probably a latte,… Continue reading TREES GROWING OUT OF DEAD PUBS IN ROTHERHAM SPECIAL
Reader Will reacted with horror at my attempt to paint Rotherham as attractive yesterday, throwing in a spurious accusation of “digital editing” that I can’t comment on due to ongoing legal action. No digital editing in this second batch of pics, and look at the results; Guided tours down College Lane are available from the… Continue reading ROTHERHAM – UNFILTERED !!!
“Would you like to drive to IKEA and pick up some bedding ?” said Mrs RM, on Friday. “Mr RM ? You there ?” But I was gone. “But they haven’t got it ready to collect yet !” shouted Mrs RM, as I whizzed through Kelham. Oh well, a legitimate to kill an hour in… Continue reading LOOK UP !