July 2026. Bradford. I see Corby has been shortlisted for UK Town of Culture 2028, and rightly so. Who could deny a place with “hot piping action” ? It faces tough competition from Basildon and the lesser lights highlighted by the BBC in a typical sneery article. I can recommend ALL of those places, particularly the...

July 2026. Saltaire. Mrs RM had scoured the internet for advice on what to do in Saltaire at the end of our (very short) leg of the Cask Camino and found 1) Salt Mill and Hockney galleries, 2) Roberts Park, 3) SALT Beer Factory. Not much mention of the characterful grid of cobbled streets built by Titus for his...

July 2026. Saltaire. Bradford. While the organist played us hymns modern and ancient in Saltaire’s United Reformed Church I devised a plot to get Mrs RM to visit a pub (she’s a reformed character this last week). “Mum loved those Fanny Crosby hymns that the Salvation Army band played, especially Blessed Assurance” I...

July 2026. Saltaire. Bradford. Shame on you for thinking we’d abandon the Cask Camino within a month.# No, we are true pilgrims, committed to the cause of bringing you exciting pub stops along the Leeds-Liverpool canal, which we resume at Gallows Bridge in Shipley. The stretch to Saltaire takes barely an hour, but...

July 2026. Sawley. Derbyshire. The pint of Abbot in Pub 5 was a mistake. I sensed a dash to the station and a return to the warm embrace of the Sang Lung was called for. But our last pub was just across from the trains, and I ought to save my casketeers a table in a place notably short on seating. I’d been in Sawley...

July 2026. Sawley. You left me in the Steamboat (Pub 5), unaware that the queue averse crawlers had skipped Pub 4 due to a surge in demand for calamari and Madri. Back at the Trent Lock, it transpired that Bass was indeed on, but being served through the Citra pump I’d picked half an hour ago. And you thought I was...

July 2026, Sawley. Derbyshire. Well I clearly wasn’t taking proper notes last Friday as I can’t remember what we talked about, but since Oxford Nick was there it must have been very intellectual or c oncerned obscure pysch-pop. I’m arrogannt enough to thing I must have been everywhere in the UK ticking pubs, but...

July 2026. Sawley. Derbyshire. A really great day’s pubbing organised by Super Shawn of Leicester; half a dozen stops in suburban Derby close to the Trent. The only issue is the anti-social inclinations of some pub crawlers surveyors. Folk who leave the main group to drink halves (ugh) off the main trail or, even...

July 2026. Sawley. Derbyshire. A fair few pubs for the 6,629 good folk of Sawley, most of them in the Good Beer this century. I’d started at the smart allrounder and GBG perennial White Lion, by which time the breakaway group had already declared the Ay Up at the similar Harrington Arms “not drinking well”. When it...

July 2026. Sawley. Derbyshire. Another month, another top pub crawl, again organised by the estimable Shawn Collier of Leicester. Long Eaton station for Derbyshire’s Sawley and the Trent; can this unsung corner of the East Midlands match Nottingham, Derby and Burton ? Only 43 minutes on the train, 42 minutes of...

Learn more July 2026. Crosby. Merseyside. Attempting to rescue gig night in Liverpool without the gig, I’d at least done the culture and the beach, and could now get a new GBG tick in curious Crosby, where even the safetywear outlets serve Bass. Perhaps. The Southport line on the Merseyrail network gives you a good...

July 2026. Waterloo/Crosby. Merseyside. An afternoon in Liverpool before a gig that had just been cancelled; what to do ? Loads of museums, but most of the Scouse culture comes in the pubs, and the Globe or the Vines would have been top places to drink it in, but my ticket took me up the coast to Crosby, and on a...