The blog reaches Scotland for the first of two long trips into the hospitable north of the GBG. Look how green Scotland looks (or it did, before the last two days). A long slog to Hawick, (pronounced Hoik !, apparently) where I curse not doing the Bourtree when I was here in 2018. You should… Continue reading BINGO NIGHT IN HAWICK SPOONS
Tag: Scottish Borders
DUNS GEARS UP
This month marks the 50th anniversary of the death of Jim Clark, much loved Scottish racing driver. As someone whose driving history takes in a Fiat Panda (Mrs RM), Ford Pop Plus and Toyota Aygo, you’ll surmise I’m no petrol-head, though I have aspirations towards an electric self-driving car that will allow me to complete… Continue reading DUNS GEARS UP
MORE MELROSE
Some tired WiFi up here in the Borders to complement the exhausted beer, so I can’t share my Withernsea post tonight, you’ll be saddened to hear. So a very short post from Melrose, the Waitrose of the Borders, (where Galashiels is Heron Foods). It looked pretty stunning tonight at the end of my day walking… Continue reading MORE MELROSE
YOU CAN’T HURRY KELSO
You left us in Rutherfords, contemplating whether to start a game of skittles and just work through the beers/gins. But drinking on an empty stomach remains a daft notion, even in Scotland, and we set off over the cobbles for Cobbles. Or “Cobbles Freehouse & Dining“, just to emphasise that we were going to get… Continue reading YOU CAN’T HURRY KELSO
A SENSIBLE NIGHT IN KELSO ALWAYS AVOIDS TREPANNING AFTER GIN
Don’t oversell your blog posts, folks. Last 3 things said by @christinet50 "More gin""The spoons won't reach""Phil Collins"Going to be a good blog from #Kelso pic.twitter.com/Q6PwFQqK2K — Martin Taylor (@NHS_Martin) February 18, 2018 Unless you’ve got something really important to say like the availability of flat Bass in a proper pub, anyway. One night… Continue reading A SENSIBLE NIGHT IN KELSO ALWAYS AVOIDS TREPANNING AFTER GIN
DISDAIN FOR HARRY KANE IN THE BESOM
I’m not sure Mrs RM is enjoying her contract in the Borders as much as I am; I hope the tired Greene King IPA and deep fried haggis at our hotel are compensation for being shouted at because Scots can’t find the “On” button. Only one day ’till Kelso, which I hope you’ll find… Continue reading DISDAIN FOR HARRY KANE IN THE BESOM
CASK FAILS & SCOTTISH BREAKFAST IN CLOVENFORDS
Those of you who are good at maths will have noticed that 3 pints were drunk in Spoons in Galashiels, which is both an endorsement of that fine establishment and an admission that careful planning can go awry. Mrs RM was beyond delighted to find that the giant Galashiels Tesco was open all day on… Continue reading CASK FAILS & SCOTTISH BREAKFAST IN CLOVENFORDS
PIGEON CHESS IN GALASHIELS
I can’t speak for Charles, who was oddly obsessed with Bathgate, but I’d really been looking forward to Galashiels, which I’d assumed to be the jewel of the Borders (a bit like you might assume that Wrexham is the jewel of the Marches). It’s possible I was influenced by the knowledge that “Kayleigh” was inspired here.… Continue reading PIGEON CHESS IN GALASHIELS
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