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
Tag: Sheffield
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
TO THE MANOR BORN
Back to the local Sheffield walks (no further than 5 miles, honest Guv), with a walk round the ill-defined area known as Manor, which may or may not be a similar estate to Manor in Newcastle. Someone will know. My objective is to visit ALL the Sheffield pubs externally before the 12th and compile a… Continue reading TO THE MANOR BORN
ON A DEEPCAR TIP
I just had a chat to Matthew about the important things in life, like barbering and blogging. Matt has 3 weeks before he can start clipping again (join the queue), and is filling time in a clothing warehouse near the Etihad. I’m oddly proud. “What are you finding to blog about ?” he asked. “Oh,… Continue reading ON A DEEPCAR TIP
LIFE RETURNS… BIT BY BIT
Not exactly writer’s block, but there’s a definite lack of compelling material at the moment. If only I could go on holiday like our American readers…. So it’ll be Guess the Pub goes to Grimsby, “Ooh look at the crumbling John Smiths pub“, and my domestic arrangements for a while longer. Speaking of domestics, this… Continue reading LIFE RETURNS… BIT BY BIT
THE FINAL COUNTDOWN (POSSIBLY)
I’m staying well clear of lockdown/ease-up (?) debate. My scientific knowledge stretches to a Grade 4 GCSE Physics, which means I know H20 is a Hall & Oates album. So I’ll leave it to the experts, and hope we know more than we did a year ago about transmission risk. During the summer I managed… Continue reading THE FINAL COUNTDOWN (POSSIBLY)
ROSCOE
“The village used to be all one really needsNow it’s filled with hundreds and hundreds of chemicalsThat mostly surround you, you wish to fleeBut it’s not like you, so listen to me, listen to me” “Roscoe” – Midlake Happy Sunday 14th, or “retiredmartin vaccination day” as it will shortly be known. Before I set off… Continue reading ROSCOE
POSITIVE FEELINGS ON THE WAY TO WHARNCLIFFE SIDE
Before you were distracted by a hunt for Pride in Ontario, I was on the edge of Sheffield seeking out positivity at Zion Church in Oughtibridge. Having confirmed, annoyingly, that Will was correct and that there indeed is a Sam Smiths pub here, I had an hour to excercise before my daily trip to the… Continue reading POSITIVE FEELINGS ON THE WAY TO WHARNCLIFFE SIDE
AN OUGHTI-DENDUM
“You seem to have neglected the Sam Smith’s pub, the Travellers Rest” says Will, responding to this morning’s post. Some people would have gone back in November and checked, but not me. Within TEN MINUTES of reading Will’s admonishment I was hitting the A61, and the delightfully bumpy tram line up to Oughtibridge. In truth,… Continue reading AN OUGHTI-DENDUM
