You left me half-way through yesterday’s walk through Sheffield’s University Quarter, attempting to find things to brighten your day while Mrs RM messed around stripping wallpaper. Outside Weston Park you get a colourful near cover for the Children’s Hospital, and a rare University owned Beer Guide pub that seems to have lost the Thornbridge links… Continue reading RARE AND RACY
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DOWN AT THE PARK
At 3pm yesterday, when Mrs RM had her back turned, I sneaked out into the snow like a naughty child. “Don’t fall over and be a burden on the NHS !” she shouted. Some of us wear appropriate footwear and have natural padding. I DIDN’T fall over, but I did take it slow up and… Continue reading DOWN AT THE PARK
ALLSORTS
I’d been thinking the folk on the Isle of Man were the luckiest people on earth. Pubs still open with minimal restrictions, Manx Queenies, the best coastline in the world. But then it ended. I feel for Dave, I really do; he’d only just completed his tour of the 133 pubs and clubs on Man.… Continue reading ALLSORTS
ANOTHER SUNNY DAY, SO I’LL MEET YOU AT THE CEMETERY GATES
Honestly. The weather up North has been decent. You’d expect nothing less from me. No-one else seemed interested in my Latest Lockdown (3) Walk to the Wardsend Cemetery on the Owlerton Industrial Estate, which should tell you a lot. My first venture into industrial Hillsborough, where views of the Don are vanishingly rare. I’ve only… Continue reading ANOTHER SUNNY DAY, SO I’LL MEET YOU AT THE CEMETERY GATES
“AND QUIET FLOWS THE DON”
“How’s the decorating ?” you ask. Yep, time to get out for another aimless wander, down to the Don and keep walking. The Don is actually rushing quite fast today, but Sheffield is very quiet, now Primark has closed (no joke). The trams trundle past, empty or with a solitary masked worker back home to… Continue reading “AND QUIET FLOWS THE DON”
HILLS & GROWLER-FILLS & BREAD CAKES – MY FIRST MONTH AS A NORTHERNER
I’m spending SO much time coming up with these blog titles. I’ve TOO much time on my hands; perhaps I need a job. This looked interesting; Sadly it was too much effort to read the Job Description, but I assume they want someone to walk round taking photos of closed pubs. Can’t imagine who would… Continue reading HILLS & GROWLER-FILLS & BREAD CAKES – MY FIRST MONTH AS A NORTHERNER
IF YOU BIDE YOUR TIME, THINGS WILL COME RIGHT. PARK HILL PART II
You left me on the edge of the Park Hill estate, attempting to touch all six closed pubs. I became a bit obsessed with the Parkway Tavern, tucked into the very heart of the complex. It’s a hard estate to get to grips with, and a high fence to jump. For a minute I thought… Continue reading IF YOU BIDE YOUR TIME, THINGS WILL COME RIGHT. PARK HILL PART II
PARK (HILL FLATS) LIFE – PART I
Yes, 2 parters now. That’s how exciting my next walk is. Or how desperately short of material I am. James was impressed by my first tentative excursion into Park Hill, so on the Friday he joined me on a Proper Publess Exploration, armed only with 6 months worth of unused Wetherspoons vouchers (no reasonable offers… Continue reading PARK (HILL FLATS) LIFE – PART I
CRUMBLING CLASSICS ON CRICKET INN ROAD
You left me in the gritty (compared to Walkley) bit of Sheffield, just north-east of the station. Just for a change, and because my preferred Bing Maps denies the existence of the Durham Ox, you get the Google extract. I won’t lie, there’s a frisson of excitement as I walk from the Belle Vue back… Continue reading CRUMBLING CLASSICS ON CRICKET INN ROAD
A BELLE VUE
Back to my urban Sheffield walks, which I know you love so much. My keenness to escape from the house can be explained by this photo of the living room; Obviously I could drive into the Peak District in 5 minutes, hoping I’d then be stopped by Derbyshire Police so I could whine about it… Continue reading A BELLE VUE
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