HE’S LEAVING HOME – FOR SHEFFIELD

A break from strict chronology (that London, Bristol, and the Malverns to come) to bring you news of Mrs RM’s trauma as she lets eldest son James fly off to Sheffield University, fuelled by a gallon of Magnet. James seems unperturbed. Younger brother Matt came along for the skateboard comp in the Valley of Beer,… Continue reading HE’S LEAVING HOME – FOR SHEFFIELD

TOP 100 PUBS – THE RED DEER, SHEFFIELD

A fourth trip to Sheffield since August, and a second to the University, with an eldest one who seems quite taken with the place.  That’s more to do with the computer facilities in The Triangle than the beauty of the architecture though. Or the pubs.   Parents were given a handy little guide to the city, which pleasingly details… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – THE RED DEER, SHEFFIELD

SHEFFIELD – THAT QUANTITY/QUALITY DILEMMA AGAIN

I spent Sunday night in Sheffield, albeit a bit too close to Meadowhall for comfort. Shopping centres scare me, even at night. I use the slow train to Manchester via the Dark Peak for City matches occasionally. Apart from the views, you always get the joy of grumpy old walkers complaining about Stag & Hen groups… Continue reading SHEFFIELD – THAT QUANTITY/QUALITY DILEMMA AGAIN

SHEFFIELD – SAVING THE BEST TO LAST

First things first.  Sheffield is a wonderful city, even without the pubs.  I once walked from Meadowhall to the Rivelin Valley while Mrs RM attempted to find something shiny to buy; you won’t get a better long urban walk anywhere, except possibly along the Water of Leith.  I’d be happy to live in Crookes**, but you… Continue reading SHEFFIELD – SAVING THE BEST TO LAST