Only 8 more days and we can confine “Guess the Pub” to the dustbin of blog history. At least until the tricky Carluke variant (only tackled by adding Buckfast to the vaccine) comes along, anyway. I’m staying local today, barely 20 minutes from home. Duncan will be able to identify the location from my drone… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB GOES LOCAL
Tag: Sheffield
BOLE HILL
Loads of positive things to tell you about Britain’s First City, but I’ll need a while to compose that post, so here’s an art shot to commemorate Nearly Bass Day or whatever it is. The beer is Raspberry Blonde from Little Critters, beautifully left behind my bins by the Gardeners Rest, but can you identify… Continue reading BOLE HILL
TO BOOK, OR NOT TO BOOK
Just back from a walk round a Hillsborough bursting to get back to life. The park next to Wednesday was clear of rubbish, folk keeping 60 feet apart, and a new craft beer bar is about to liven super-trad Middlewood Road, until recently the exclusive province of family butchers and discount stores. Hillsborough Fencing suggest… Continue reading TO BOOK, OR NOT TO BOOK
BYE BYE SHEFFIELD
Sometimes in life you just have to admit you need to move on. And so it is with us, as this month we’ll be leaving Sheffield (safe in Will’s hands, no doubt) for pastures new. Sadly we won’t even get to enjoy the inside of its magical pubs.. …or Stones Bitter on cask. BUT I… Continue reading BYE BYE SHEFFIELD
DORE BEFORE THE MOOR
We thought it was about time we visited Sheffield’s wealthiest suburb on the way to t’ moors. And sat eating gooey pork and stuffing rolls messily in front of folk with pashminas and “Financial Advisor” suits. Yes, it’s Dore, of Dore & Totley fame. Last stop on the Hope Valley line before the Peaks. Home… Continue reading DORE BEFORE THE MOOR
DARNALL DELIGHTS
More suburban strolling, then I must get back to Guess the Pub or Lorenzo will have withdrawal symptoms. I finally made it to Darnall this week, though I saved Handsworth and the High Hazels (sounds like a pub rock band from the mid-70s) for a rainy day. Just east of centre, south of Greenland, north… Continue reading DARNALL DELIGHTS
SHEFFIELD’S MONDRIAN OBSSESSION AND OTHER ODDITIES
Only two and a bit more weeks of this desperate nonsense and I can write about pubs again. Well, pub wine gardens, which I reckon will be just as full of human life on the 12th*. In the meantime, I’ve been tidying my photos and observing some of Sheffield’s little oddities that probably account for… Continue reading SHEFFIELD’S MONDRIAN OBSSESSION AND OTHER ODDITIES
A PICNIC AT DAMFLASK
We pressed on to the Bradfields, Sheffield’s equivalent of the Hamptons I guess. One of the largest parishes in Britain, stretching from the housing estates of Stannington to the weekend walker wonderlands of Strines, Bradfield dominates North-West Sheffield and the entrance to the Peak. High Bradfield has the huge Thwaites dining pub and the eponymous… Continue reading A PICNIC AT DAMFLASK
DOING THE DUDE IN WORRALL
Exciting developments this week in Retired Martin Towers as the floorboards are ripped up under the “Constant Change Contract” signed by Mrs RM. It’s keeping Sheffield tradesmen in work, so let us be thankful for that. I just want to be outside in the pub gardens fresh air, enjoying Spring, as I get no peace… Continue reading DOING THE DUDE IN WORRALL
MRS RM WAS RIGHT
This post is proudly sponsored by the Marriage Guidance Council, which says “Do What Your Wife Tells You To, Idiot“. Mrs RM has been trying to get me to go for a walk in “The Real Peak” for a while, oddly unimpressed by my hikes round housing estates near the M1. “But it’s more than… Continue reading MRS RM WAS RIGHT
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