26th January 2023. I’d have stayed even longer at Bradford Industrial Museum (an hour is a LONG time for me) but the artisanal cafe was a bit disappointing (a coffee machine with paper cups) and they wasn’t a section on brewing and pubs, just that Babycham exhibit. So I walked back towards the Greedy Pig,… Continue reading FINDING A THRILL IN ECCLESHILL
Tag: Royal Oak
A HOLT AND A HYDE’S IN HEATON PARK
The Retired Martin household spent 25 December in Sheffield. No presents at all, but we did allow Mrs RM to serve a Christmas pudding she’d picked up cheap at Aldi late on Christmas Eve. I do not approve, but I have no say in my own house. All I want now I’m 58 (I know,… Continue reading A HOLT AND A HYDE’S IN HEATON PARK
I STILL KNOW NOTHING ABOUT BIBSTONE
30th October 2022. A first visit of the new GBG year to the area known as Greater Stroud. Anyone reading the Telegraph and attempting to recreate my travels may alternately know this as “Just below those posh Gloucester Services, near that nice vegan football club“. I’m rambling because it’s a struggle to really describe the… Continue reading I STILL KNOW NOTHING ABOUT BIBSTONE
WHEN IN LEWES…
Last Saturday saw a concerted attack on the south coast, now safe a week after the CAMRA folk left Eastbourne having agreed that Life Members were leeches/freeloaders or something. Good work, as well as the Tand’s excellent campaign to require price lists in pubs. I’m sure some members will have taken the train to Lewes,… Continue reading WHEN IN LEWES…
TIMMY TAYLOR DARK
Thwarted in Curthwaite last Saturday, but redemption came 10 minutes later at Moorhouse’s Royal Oak. You see ? Google Maps collecting all this personal data about me and Mrs RM; it’ll probably start sending me adverts for houses in the west of Carlisle soon. There’s some nice houses, and some decent pubs, like Great Orton’s… Continue reading TIMMY TAYLOR DARK
EAVESDROPPING ON HOUSE HUNTERS IN HOLMBURY ST. MARY
Yes, finally, the report has been cleared by our lawyers and I can bring you unexpurgated details of our trip into Hurtwood Forest and Mrs RM will just have to face the consequences of wearing inappropriate footwear that morning that meant the extent of our walking was a trip to the Royal Oak. We’d parked… Continue reading EAVESDROPPING ON HOUSE HUNTERS IN HOLMBURY ST. MARY
TICKING ON THE EDGE. OF BROMSGROVE
So the lad from the mysterious “north of Portsmouth” is first to spot the new Beer Guide. Outrageously, he’s refused to send us copies of all 597 pages of the new Guide, which none of us tickers have seen yet. No doubt GBG22 will send me straight back down to Greater Bromsgrove, where a fortnight… Continue reading TICKING ON THE EDGE. OF BROMSGROVE
IT WAS SO COMFY I DIDN’T WANT TO LEAVE
Our Great Northern Campervan Tickathon heads for the coast now, with Mrs RM trying to play Don McLean but ending up with Don Maclean. We nipped into the Lakes proper, but you’ll have to wait till I get the laptop back for that. Instead we head to Cockermouth where Mrs RM failed to find clothes,… Continue reading IT WAS SO COMFY I DIDN’T WANT TO LEAVE
I’M FEELING GLADESTRY ALL OVER
AKA Dodging Duncan. This post from Euro Semi-Final day feels more interminable than the Final itself by now, but we brought it to a close near Gladestry at the end of the Hergest Ridge in what Real County Enthusiasts know as Radnorshire. Not many people are aware that Hergest is named after the “difficult” sophomore… Continue reading I’M FEELING GLADESTRY ALL OVER
THE CASE AGAINST TABLE SERVICE Vol 73.
Mudgie asked me what beer I had in Matlock and I confess I’ve no idea, as I wasn’t allowed to see the hand pumps as I was shown to the table. I know it was their Moot Ales homebrew, and I’m sure the enthusiastic barperson gave me a lengthy answer describing “A crispy hoppy beer,… Continue reading THE CASE AGAINST TABLE SERVICE Vol 73.
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