I got a bit distracted by the dessert-enforced closure of the Cow & Calf, and forgot to mention that Grenoside has another FIVE pubs, all apparently (potentially) open if Humphrey decides the Cow and Calf can’t be. It also, as you’ll see above, has some glorious woods, which redeemed a trudge around some “solid” but… Continue reading GRENO-CHIPS
Tag: Sheffield
LITTLE SHEFFIELD
Last Friday (though it feels like an eternity ago) you left me at the top of a giant mountain off Abbeydale Road, staring down at the crumbling Picture House. I got down safely, clearly, otherwise you wouldn’t have Guess the Pub to entertain and torment you. On the Saturday I took James back, like in… Continue reading LITTLE SHEFFIELD
HEELEY : THE ARTISAN VIEW
Just like our blessed future release from Lockdown, my exploration of Sheffield’s never-ending suburbs must be cautious and taken in short doses. Having passed Heeley’s Antiques Quarter half a dozen times this year, today I took Mrs RM to view the culture and crumbling edifices of London Road/Artisan View, one of the better names for… Continue reading HEELEY : THE ARTISAN VIEW
WHEN EVEN THE TRIP TO THE DENTIST IS A TREAT
I’m determined to keep this blog a positive, politic-free safe space for the Pollyannas amongst us. But I fear that Monday may test my patience; Aaaagh.., as they say in Sheffield, which has its own take on The Scream. Anyway, I’ll leave the Covid commentary to Mudgie, the Tand and Kentish Paul, and tell you… Continue reading WHEN EVEN THE TRIP TO THE DENTIST IS A TREAT
ABBEYDALE ROAD
Another shopping expedition to Meersbrook, another Click-and-Collect at Homebase, another mysterious “drill bit” added to Mrs RM’s burgeoning collection. She’s going to chop me up and bury me in the little wood shed in the garden, you know. Homebase had my packages ready; Mrs RM has reached “favoured customer” status already. On the return I… Continue reading ABBEYDALE ROAD
OUR COW MOLLY
I’ve been having weird dreams, just like in the Number 8 smash by Old Mudgie’s favourite sisters. My hair will soon be that long, despite having a son who’s a barber. Most of these dreams involve me working in an office (aaagh !), but the other night I rejoined the United Nations. Was this the… Continue reading OUR COW MOLLY
CHIPPY HUNTING IN ECCLESFIELD
Fish and chips are essential. Apparently. The sun on your face and the first bloom of Spring is even more vital. It felt like a minor rebirth as we strolled round the ancient village of Ecclesfield, just north of the Northern General and south of the birthplace of those Arctic Monkeys, whose most famous track… Continue reading CHIPPY HUNTING IN ECCLESFIELD
FORGED IN STEEL
Dave will be bleating if I don’t get a new post out today (the Stocksbridge one “dropped” (ugh) at about 7 minutes to midnight last night); so what better for Valentines Day than the giant Sheffield Forgemasters building that dominates the approach to IKEA on the majestic A6178. Yes, another trip to the edge of… Continue reading FORGED IN STEEL
STOICAL IN STOCKSBRIDGE
A bit more exploration of northern Sheffield, as we head to Surprising Stocksbridge. Yes, a bit further than I expected; I thought it was just north of Hillsborough beyond the picturesque villages of Oughtibridge and Grenoside, but as the A61 became a bit, empty, I wondered if I was pushing my luck. Luckily, I was… Continue reading STOICAL IN STOCKSBRIDGE
ART FOR ART’S SAKE
It’s turned bitterly cold here in t’north, so my daily walks need some fortifying Breakfast Stout before I set out. Whatever happened to the plain old un-twisted award-winning Breakfast Stout we know and love ? Why is there an obsession with changing things that work ? I blame CAMRA. Just a short walk round the… Continue reading ART FOR ART’S SAKE
