July 2026. Newton Aycliffe. Durham. I was staying overnight in a grim car park in Darlington as I didn’t fancy paying the outrageous hotel prices that kick in during the English summer. That £1,492 a night wellness retreat is walking distance from my next pub in Newton Aycliffe. To be fair, you do get a hot tub. A...

July 2026. Hope Town. Darlington. A fifth night parked up in a campervan in the suburbs of Darlington in a year; Cockerton Parish Council are probably debating me now. Cockerton, where W. Alderson & Son‘s baps had so enraptured me last summer. All the best stuff was gone just after noon on a busy Saturday, so I had...

July 2026. Darlington. Every year brings a new Beer Guide entry in the posh bit of Darlington, west of the Great North Road. Sometimes it’s a rough and ready place like last year’s Kirk; more often it’s an upmarket diner like the one in Piercebridge that doesn’t have the clock that stopped, dead. Yes, places like...

July 2026. Sheffield. Foiled in my search for a can of tomato gose (though the Neptune Black Cherry Oatmeal Stout at Hop Hideout was superb), I took the tram back towards RM Towers, wondering if I should make a rare stop at the Welly. At that precise moment, the tram ground to a halt at Shalesmoor (bus blocking the...

July 2026. Sheffield. Back in Sheffield from a cruelly curtailed Cask Camino (CCCC), a man’s thoughts turn to tomato gose. I constantly read how exciting (ugh) the UK beer scene (ugh) is these days, how folk who drink Bass are to be ridiculed etc etc. But can you be a proper country without a brewer of alcoholic...

July 2026. Keighley. Just the two long-standing Beer Guide entries for Keighley; the upmarket dining of the Tim Taylor tap and the bare boards boozing of the Brown Cow, tucked away on cobbles just off the main drag. A few changes of landlord since my last vist in 2017, when I named it in my prestigious Top 100 (No....

July 2026. Keighley. With Day 7 of the Cask Camino on hold due to a sporting injury, I spend an unnecessary day in Keighley making trips to the town’s three (3) supermarkets (Sainsbury’s, Morrison’s, Asda) to keep Mrs RM topped up with deli items and sparkling water, while I completed my 22k steps walking to pubs. I...

July 2026. Keighley. I could paint you two very different pictures of Keighley. One one hand, one of the UK’s scruffiest towns, litter down every street, laundry hung up across side roads, a virtual absence of vibrant independent trade. The old story of a once affluent mill town without a mill. And a town centre...

July 2026. Keighley. Well, a quiet night in Keighley Travelodge on Wednesday, quieter than the previous England World Cup Semi-Final, anyway. And then in the morning, as England celebrated qualifying for the Bronze medal match with their old enemy, Mrs RM sent me out to get photos of the Real Keighley. Actually, she...

July 2026. Keighley. You left us at the Airedale Heifer, a mile short of our end point on Day 6 of the Cask Camino, with the prospect of an exciting night in Keighley on World Cup Semi-Final Day*. As we entered Riddlesden, the soles of Mrs RM’s feet were playing up badly; there’s a Latin name for it but I’m not...

July 2026. Sandbeds. Keighley. Two hours into Day 6 of the Cask Camino; time for a posh pub break on the very edge of Riddlesden, technically in Sandbeds though I can’t see that on the canal walk map. In fact, ChatGPT told me it was the best pub in Keighley, and you’ll know that ChatGPT is infallible. I’d been to...

July 2026. Bingley, Bradford. Yes, Day 6. Some folk would have finished the Leeds to Liverpool Canal walk by now, especially with a tailwind. Like me, Mrs RM knows it’s about the journey, not the destination (even if that is the Azvex Taproom at Stanley Dock), so we booked two (2) nights at the rundown Travelodge in...