Two things I’m sure you’ve been desperate to find out. What essential provisions do we keep in our solar powered campervan fridge ? And what exactly is that King Arthur’s Round Table next to our Penrith campervan pitch ? I have no idea. But at least it’s not busy. Mrs RM was busy that morning,… Continue reading FREE WI-FI AND OTHER GOOD REASONS TO LOVE WETHERSPOONS
Another bumper post from the North-East as I get to apply some more pink in the GBG as I complete Northumberland. AND visit another town for the first time. At this rate they’ll be no new worlds to conquer, and tears will flow (we’ve just home from Millom, the excitement never stops). I owe Bedlington… Continue reading A BEDLINGTON TERRIER
A short journey to the mysterious Wylde Green, which has never featured in any pub blog, ever. But they have their own bears, respect for that. Back in January 2019, young BRAPA (42) visited the Spoons in Boldmere but forgot to tick the preemptive craft bar. Perhaps because it wasn’t open, a feeble excuse if… Continue reading BOLDMERE – HISTORIC SITE OF THE FIRST SPOONS VOUCHER OF 2021
East Yorkshire is always a great section of the Beer Guide to complete, and now I’m within a “short” train journey of some of the most GBG friendly towns on Humberside, or East Yorkshire as it’s controversially known. As luck would have it, the trip to Beverley allows me to stop off twice on the… Continue reading BEVERLEY, BUSY & BEWILDERED
In the late ’90s a short-lived monthly glossy called “Taste” emerged, packed with articles on alcohol, drinking and pub crawls. I guess it aimed at the sort of territory “Ferment” covers, except that it made pub-going sound more fun than sipping from cans in your underpants. A typical article would see a mixed group of… Continue reading A TASTE OF OBAN
To put you out of your torment, last night’s mystery copper topped pub was, of course, the Stormont in Blairgowrie. Who ? Where ? Turn south at the Cairngorms, right at Balmoral (micropub, limited hours), and if you end up in the sea you’ve gone too far. Breakfast in Blairgowrie is 2 choices. Pecan biscuits… Continue reading It’s 8:13am and there’s no-one in the Spoons.
Before I visit Bradford (coming up !), let me thank you for your prayers, pictures of Doom Bar and messages of solidarity as I enter week 2 of my in-laws fourteen (14) day visit. Last week I helped them check into the Sheffield’s premier old-fashioned hotel The Rutland, whose bar looks like it’s been stolen… Continue reading THE IN-LAWS DISCOVER SPOONS
Let’s visit Chapeltown, the Sheffield suburb which gave the world the Arctic Monkeys*. But not much else, according to Wiki. I didn’t actually walk the 5.8 miles, or take the train (it’s the last stop in Sheffield heading north before you hit the scary bits of South Yorkshire). I stopped off on the way back… Continue reading A.M.
STILL on Friday night, but only one of the recommended Hexham pubs in the Trailblazer Guide to Hadrian’s Wall left to do. Of course, it’s the Spoons. I know that love for the “People’s Pub Chain” isn’t universal, even amongst my esteemed readers. But you get a far better mix of folk in the Forum… Continue reading EVERY GOOD EVENING ENDS WITH A SPOONS COOKIE DOUGH SANDWICH
Onto Tuesday morning, I think. At least it was THIS Tuesday. Anyway, it’s a day with a “y” in it and the house looks like THIS, and I need to get somewhere uncluttered and clean and loveable. Like a Spoons. The Francis Newton was heaving on the Glorious 12th, the largest Spoons garden in town… Continue reading SAVING SHEFFIELD SPOONS