More pictures of urban decay and youthful regeneration for you from the heart of studenty Sheffield. The “iconic” Welcome to Sheffield sign, erected to greet Oliver McBurnie after his transfer from Swansea City, is actually near the Moor Market, home to craft cans and Thai noodles (pic : Rob Lee). The square mile between the… Continue reading MORE GRAFFITI/ART/PUB SIGNS
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UP AND ATTERCLIFFE
From Greenland to Attercliffe to complete a magical afternoon. The only things that would have made it better would have been a) A pint in any of the John Smiths pub and/or b) A Lamb Handi curry in one of Attercliffe’s many curry houses. But it was enough, that day, to explore a suburb I’d… Continue reading UP AND ATTERCLIFFE
GREENLAND. AND THE BALL.
Some people dream of a rich and fulfilling life, enriched by career, family, a sense of civic duty and Chinese takeaways. While those ARE important, I just want a blog view from Greenland. I should have been in Nuuk last August on the first part of Mrs RM’s world tour, logging into an internet cafe… Continue reading GREENLAND. AND THE BALL.
THE BOXER
Draught Bass has the best trademark, but John Smiths has the best pub signs. Shame half the Johns pubs in Yorkshire are long closed. From the Westbourn Hotel (oddly marked as Lynn’s cafe on the map) I headed randomly north-eastward in the direction of Darnall. Whatever that is. The voyage of discovery takes you past… Continue reading THE BOXER
FISHING FOR JOHN SMITHS IN WOODBOURNE
It’s snowing again. We MUST be in the North. Luckily for Mrs RM, this will scupper the walk she promised me we’d make today (and the trip to the Dram Off-Licence, hey-ho). Talking of Mrs RM, she’s just invested in a weird world travel map to highlight the places she hasn’t been to yet. Note… Continue reading FISHING FOR JOHN SMITHS IN WOODBOURNE
UP THE SKI SLOPE
A bit of off-piste posting, before I return you to closed John Smiths boozers tomorrow. James and I ended up climbing the abandoned artificial slope at Parkwood Springs more in desperation than plan, having decided it’d be nightfall before we reached Rotherham. The light industrial streets north of the Valley of Beer aren’t the obvious… Continue reading UP THE SKI SLOPE
A STUMBLE IN STANNINGTON
Another ambitious 2 hour walk yesterday, after that first push westward towards the Peak. A grey day, always threatening rain but a day wise enough to hold off till I’d got home. Stannington had been calling me since that first walk up Hagg Hill on New Year’s Day. Down beyond the bubbling streams and sweaty… Continue reading A STUMBLE IN STANNINGTON
STEPPING STONES
Back to the walks. A two hour epic, almost reaching the Peak District before realising Derbyshire police would confiscate our coffee cups (Voluntary disclosure : James had a fudge brownie as well). The walk takes you through the student houses of Crookesmoor to the student flats of Broomfield and thence to the student village of… Continue reading STEPPING STONES
SHEFFIELD SLEEPS
My blogging ritual can now alternate between earnest assessments of 1980s North Eastern pub guides, virtual crawls round closed pubs via Google Maps, and the highlights of daily Sheffield walks. If we were able to maintain this vaccination rate I’d get my first jab by the end of March. Hopefully in a giant Wetherspoons. We… Continue reading SHEFFIELD SLEEPS
BORDERTOWNS : CHINEWOLDMARESC
Having stood my Fuggle Bunny take-outs safely in the Aygo, ensuring they’d spill and leave it smelling of Russian Stout this morning, I took a short walk east. Ooh, a bridge. Look, a little country park. Wow, I’m in Killamarsh aka Chinewoldmaresc, which sounds like a movie theatre chain. In vain I checked my South… Continue reading BORDERTOWNS : CHINEWOLDMARESC
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