December 2025. Bolsover. We’d ticked the last new entry in Derbyshire, Mrs RM had expressed complete disinterest in walking the bounds to Snipe Bogg and Carr Vale Flash, so all that was left of Bolsover was a trip to B & M bargains to get a calendar to write my 2026 Proper Days Out on.… Continue reading THE FEAST OF BOLSOVER
Tag: Sunday Lunch
IN SOUTH SOMERSET, SUNDAY SUPPING STOPS SUDDENLY
I’m back home in Waterbeach Sheffield, Mrs RM is delighted with the number of Facebook “likes” she’s got from our GBG completion, and I’ve been told in no uncertain terms that my priority is now “the garden“. I’ve checked our marriage contract and there’s no mention of gardens. Looking at my blog views this morning,… Continue reading IN SOUTH SOMERSET, SUNDAY SUPPING STOPS SUDDENLY
THE SUN GOES DOWN (ON THE A689) (LIVING IT UP)
One of the most contentious issues in the pub blogging world is what makes the optimal music selection in a Proper Pub. This is very different from what constitutes good music; I don’t expect to hear Car Seat Headrest or Bo Ningen in a Sam Smiths pub, or Bruckner’s Eighth in a Brewer’s Fayre. I… Continue reading THE SUN GOES DOWN (ON THE A689) (LIVING IT UP)
OUTSIDE LOOS & BOILED CABBAGE IN ACOMB
Looking at the map now, I could have walked to Acomb. But where’s the fun in that, when you can enjoy Mrs RM’s exemplary driving*. We parked up, and Mrs RM saw her next car after the Picasso conks out. I thought Acomb (pronounced “Yeckam”, of course) was familiar, but there’s one near York… Continue reading OUTSIDE LOOS & BOILED CABBAGE IN ACOMB
HARDINGSTONE – SMELLS LIKE NENE CABBAGE
This blogging lark is easy, titles apart. Whinge about opening hours, eulogise the food-free boozer, judge micro pubs on the presence of a mobility scooter, avoid Sunday lunch pubs. We failed with the last one in Hardingstone, perhaps the ultimate dormitory village for Northampton. You could walk into the county town in half an hour,… Continue reading HARDINGSTONE – SMELLS LIKE NENE CABBAGE
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