But I did walk to the Rose & Crown in Wadsley, in the hills above Hillsborough. I didn’t actually head out to the edge of Rivelin Valley for a pint. Honest. But could YOU walk past this pub just after it opened ? Probably Will could, he’s the man of steel, though his nerves will… Continue reading “Torn”, medical complaints and Hi-Vis. A Proper Pub up Hillsborough way in the Golden Hour.
Another solo Sheffield suburb saunter for you, as I explore the villages that Mrs RM won’t (till she’s finished constructing IKEA wardobes). Wadsley is a couple of miles north-west of me, an ideal place to park when visiting Hillsborough if fans are ever allowed back in games to revive half-and-half scarf sales. As you see… Continue reading A WADSLEY WOBBLE