What’s that on the bench outside Sawley’s Bell ?

October 2023. Long Eaton. The train from Matlock arrived at 17:04, and I caught the 18:04 back to Sheffield. So I make that an hour in total to walk the 2.7 miles to Rowells and back (52 minutes say lazy Google), 15 minutes for the pint, 10 minutes wait for the crispy beef and Singapore… Continue reading What’s that on the bench outside Sawley’s Bell ?

I’m Sawley tempted, but Mrs RM succumbs to the Unicorn

August 2023. Sawley, Bowland. As you can tell, my stint at the BRAPA course on witty blog titles wasn’t a great success and I want my money back. The problem with Sawley is you’re almost obliged to have “Sawley tempted” in the title; it’s a bit like Sexual Ealing. Anyway, two hour via Bradford on… Continue reading I’m Sawley tempted, but Mrs RM succumbs to the Unicorn

PEDIGREE & A COB IN SAWLEY

My Quiz question for Castle Donington was, of course, Nikita Khrushchev, who opened the power station at short notice when “H” from Steps became unavailable. Just over the border in Derbyshire is the large canalside village of Sawley, where no doubt Nikita stopped for a cob and pint of Pedigree back in 1956, though those records have… Continue reading PEDIGREE & A COB IN SAWLEY