October 2026. Glynde. East Sussex. 194 residents, four blog posts. Glynde made quite an impression on us last Thursday. After completing the Sussex GBG entries at Steamworks we headed towards Glyndebourne to discover exactly how out-of-place we’d look if we turned up at “The Marriage of Figaro” in our definition of...

October 2026. Glynde. East Sussex. Down in Rye, a man’s thoughts turn to finding new pubs to colour in on the new Beer Guide. Thrillingly, my final East Sussex tick is also in a tiny place I’ve never been to before, though I suspect you’ve heard of it. It’s possible my father-in-law has sung in its most famous...

October 2026. Lydd-on-Sea. Kent. Only five new Kent entries to tick in the Beer Guide, but excitingly one of them is out near eerie Dungeness, and so famous it’s got it’s own marker on the OS map. I reckon we’d been in the Pilot twenty years ago before a family ride on the Romney, Hythe and Dymchurch light Railway,...

October 2026. Rye Harbour. We’re staying in our Rye Harbour caravan while we sort out the in-laws care packages; at least we know what we’re doing this time. My first day back in Rye coincided with a break in the relentless sunshine that has plagued us all year. Typical. A good base to blog about Kent, and Sussex,...

October 2026. Tonbridge. I decided to let the train take the strain from Sheffield to Tonbridge; at £29.60 advance it was probably cheaper with diesel over £2 a pint or whatever they sell it in. Sheff-St Pancras, quick dash, St Pancras-London Bridge, quick dash, London Bridge to Tonbridge. I just wish it was easy to...

October 2026. Sheffield. I spent Sunday morning giving RM Towers a thorough Autumn clean before heading back to Kent, by which I mean a clean that would meet most bloke’s lesser standards of housekeeping. By noon I was bored, and idly glancing at the Women’s FA Cup fixtures (spoilers alert). Ooh, Barnsley Women,...

October 2026. Derby. Rushing out of the Tiny Tap to avoid the strains of the debut Duran Duran single I find myself at the Darley bus stop with a (late) bus called either 9.1 the nines, 6X the sixes or the comet approaching. I try to pay on my phone. It fails, the driver taps their fingers in a display of...

October 2026. Derby. 53 minutes said Google Maps. With some giant steps I made the trek from Derby Station to Darley in under forty, and that was with stopping every 200 yards to gave at flowers and pubs. This Instagram may be AI Slop, but it’s wise advice. Getting out the house and pounding the industrial estates...

October 2026. Derby. Mrs RM has been down in RTW, as the kidz call it, arranging care packages for my father-in-law. Just because it’s been on the horizon for ages doesn’t make it less draining. I’d had to take the morning train (like Sheena Easton) back to Sheffield to get the boiler serviced, clear out the fridge,...

October 2026. Sheffield. Heeley marks the start of Sheffield’s antiques quarter and the long road to Chesterfield. Reddit describes it (unfairly) as the “lentil belt”, less posh than Sharrow Vale to the west, and (if you’re fit) walking distance to the station. I reckon the two pubs just up the hill, either side of...

October 2026. Heeley. Now I’ve ticked the pubs (and the football grounds) there’s a need (possibly a male need, anyone ever met a female GBG ticker or groundhopper) to find a new pursuit. The sensible thing would be Curryheute‘s recommended curry houses; some great locations on his list. Closer to home, I’m trying...

October 2026.Morley. West Yorkshire. There’s currently a lot of discussion on CAMRA’s Discourse about choosing Beer Guide entries. As usual Will Larter and Paul Mudge have a lot of sense to say on these weighty matters. I always reckon the GBG gets it right the vast majority of the time, and on the few occasions a...