June 2026. Somewhere near Tonbridge, Kent. In truth, I’d been looking forward to the usual “Meal for Three” from Southborough’s Meows for Michael’s birthday, Mrs Meow is my second favourite lady in the whole world and it’s not even close. But arriving at the door of the in-laws as half-eleven we’re greeted with...

June 2026. Royal Tunbridge Wells. I’d left Mrs RM in the cheap Tunbridge Wells Travelodge on Mount Ephraim at 3pm for my dash into West London, and as expected the call about tea came at 17:59 just as I was finishing that pint of Shere Drop in Teddington (yes, I took the call outside). “I can bring you something...

June 2026. Teddington. London. Two cracking London pubs; one edging the beer, the other the “pub”. Back on the train that does the loop from Waterloo and back via Wimbledon, failing to take the killer shot of the Thames due to being on the wrong side of the train. And 20 minutes later off at Teddington, famous for...

June 2026. London. Another long drive last Wednesday; Sheffield to Waterbeach to see Dad (firmly asleep), then down to Tunbridge Wells ahead of Father-in-Law’s 88th birthday (firmly awake and raring to go). There’s some longevity genes in our families. I dropped Mrs RM off at T’Wells Travelodge to blog, and ran for...

June 2026. Sheffield. Let the record show that I spent last Tuesday afternoon with Mrs RM at Meadowhall Shopping Centre, and spent nothing. There is nothing I want to buy now I’ve bought my annual pair of Riekes, though I’ll happily received Mrs RM’s discarded phone when she upgrades. I like the surveying part of my...

June (finally !) 2026. Wetherby. Monday morning brings us to Wetherby, famed for the lack of a railway station, a Sam Smiths (without sign) seemingly closed longer than you’ve been alive, and a wonderful collection of cakes and pies to draw in the gentlefolk. There’s a decent number of gentlefolk in the new Spoons...

May 2026. Loftus. North Yorkshire. On the last day of Sunday I decided it could wait no longer. Ibo’s Bunker must be ticked before June. For a third time this year I took the campervan to the mining villages of the north coast, parked up overnight across from Loftus Police Station, and hoped. And there it was, right...

May 2025. North Yorkshire. There’s been a lot of Yorkshire on this blog this year. I won’t apologise; Yorkshiremen never apologise (I assume, having listeded to Geoffrey Boycott on Test Match Special all those years). Am I a Yorkshireman yet ? This year’s “pub just outside Northallerton” is one of those that will...

May 2026. Sheffield. While I was in zen mode back in 2022, focused only on completing the Beer Guide before family disaster/pandemic/ash cloud struck again, I’d have got irritated with anyone wanting to pop over to Sheffield to spend a Saturday revisiting good pubs. But now I’m delighted to entertain visitors, as...

May 2026. Kirkstall. Leeds. We’d managed 2 1/4 miles from the start of our Cask Camino before we called it a day due to holes in Mrs RM’s shoes (Neil not Traffic version), but in fairness we clocked up a few steps that day; 972.9 calories is a couple of pints and a pork pie, which we sought out at the closest pub....

May 2026. Leeds. Well, you have to start somewhere, don’t you ? Our Cask Camino started on the footpath of the Leeds to Liverpool canal, where a protective Mother Duck had just attacked a cyclist. It would have been understandable if Mrs RM had turned round a minute into the Camino*, but she’s made of sterner stuff...

May 2026. Leeds. Just as we get back from Transylvania, Blackpool Jane rejoins the blogosphere with her own tales from the Balkans (here). Mrs RM is in full flow on her own blog, earning commission from the sale of bags that will fit in Ryanair’s hand luggage sizer. Most of her posts are “Undiscovered Europe on a...