Wednesday morning meant “Le Grande Tour“. A designated heritage trip through east Cheshire, with only a small Branson Premium applied as it manages to bypass Stoke. I resisted the craft beer options on Crewe Station. Yes, my Big Day In Stafford with Paul (t’other) Mudge and Quosh, a first time out for this particular trio.… Continue reading ON MY BOD IN STAFFORD
Yes, new cover stars for our penultimate Preston post. Note the Two Mudgies (BBC 4, Thursdays, 1.30am) discussing the pronunciation of Thwaites. Reaching the inevitable climax now, we headed back toward the market and, er, the Market. Whether the Market Tavern or Tap, I care not. Well, I’m going with what it says on the… Continue reading JOHN SMITH’S AND JESSIE’S GIRL
What are those #PubMen looking at ? I guess they were eyeing up my yummy Plum Porter at the Victoria, our fourth Rugby stop. This was the longest walk of the day, a mammoth ten minutes out towards the former Bass stronghold of Hillmorton. Ten minutes, and four excellent pieces of jaywalking from our… Continue reading I SUCCUMB TO THE PLUM (PORTER)
I know you’re desperate for news of Mrs RM‘s latest venture to keep me in the style to which I’m accustomed. She’s alternating between Northampton and Cambridge Councils, doing something involving IT, whatever that is. The Cambridge version of her job takes place at Castle Hill, the highest point in town (i.e. about the height… Continue reading THE ARCHITECTS OF CASK’S DEMISE
Someone who will be nameless just slagged off Bradford on here. And it wasn’t that Coldwell bloke either. I never tire of Bradford and its never-ending quirkily-named suburbs, shown rather poorly on this bit of Navigator. This is the sort of complex geography I spend too much time over. Despite getting its own entry in… Continue reading PUB SNACKS IN WIBSEY
Dick and Dave are keen to see my Halifax piece, which makes three of us then. The last time I visited, to drop my parents off at a wedding near the Big 6, I was rather blown away by Halifax. 25 years ago, the year the Shaymen first dropped out the League, it felt… Continue reading HALIFAX – THE FINAL PIECE IN THE JIGSAW ?
You think of something that goes well with “Frodsham”. I couldn’t. It seems only last Summer I was in Frodsham. And indeed it was. Spookily, I finished the Cheshire GBG entries for 2016 here as well, albeit on a disappointing note. If I’d followed my instincts to pop in Kash 22 last August, I’d have saved… Continue reading FRODSHAM FROLICS