Having wheeled the lady with the sprained ankle and two (2) dogs onto the Ben Ma Chree with dedicated pet room I actually managed a couple of hours sleep myself; the perfect preparation for 32 hours frantic travel on the Isle of Man. Baa Baa’s raised eyebrow says it all. No time for sleep for… Continue reading DAWN OVER DOUGLAS
SITTING ON THE DOCK OF THE (MORECAMBE) BAY
I was rather taken with these photos from Heysham on the longest day, but with seven (7) hours to kill till the ferry I had plenty of time to get the shots set up along Morecambe Bay. What a bay it is, almost as good as, well, anywhere. Only marginally spoilt by the sight of… Continue reading SITTING ON THE DOCK OF THE (MORECAMBE) BAY
DUSK FALLS ON ST PATRICK’S CHAPEL, HEYSHAM
You left me at Lancaster’s main bus station, dreading the 46 minute journey with weak bladder over speed bumps to Heysham via marvellous Morecambe. I nearly got off at the Royal for a wee and walked the rest. I survived, with only the minor issue of how to pass seven (7) hours before the 02:15… Continue reading DUSK FALLS ON ST PATRICK’S CHAPEL, HEYSHAM
A CUNNING STUNT AT THE BOBBIN
I’d decided to take the bus from Lancaster to Heysham for my ferry, so it was important, nay IMPERATIVE I didn’t go to another pub before boarding the bus. Any of you over the age of 30 will know the significance of buses and bladders. So I just walked through town, did the tourist shot,… Continue reading A CUNNING STUNT AT THE BOBBIN
“The Lancaster station pub we all needed”
I have posts on well over 200 pubs, curries, and Duncan knees to bring you before I start a countdown of The Final 22, so let’s get back to mid June. Back in 1985 I’d attended The Longest Day festival at Milton Keynes Bowl; Now I find it WASN’T on the longest day anyway and… Continue reading “The Lancaster station pub we all needed”
LET ENGLAND SHAKE
Sorry, Polly, but your acclaimed 2011 LP is one of the worst albums in my collection, and you should see my early 80s Saxon. PJ Harvey probably isn’t a big fan of Swindon, but last night the town of magic roundabouts, steam and limited edition Archers beer was the venue for my historic LAST ENGLAND… Continue reading LET ENGLAND SHAKE
WALES HAS FALLEN
I suspect you think us GBG tickers all live together as a big happy family in a giant mansion in Chipping Sodbury, sharing lifts and market pens and intelligence on micro closing times. Not a bit of it. With so many Asian gamblers having switched from the Premier League to Guide ticking betting, it’s a… Continue reading WALES HAS FALLEN
The final 1%
I’m sitting in a hot pub garden in the Somerset levels, campervan parked for the night, drinking a second OK pint in an hour while Slade sing “Cum on feel the noize” (sic. As the kidz say). I promised you an update and here it is. With the Crown in Catcott ticked I need 39… Continue reading The final 1%
KENT HAS FALLEN
One more to complete the Good Beer Guide for Kent. But will it be for the final time ? Even the hedges were celebrating as I approached the Laughing Barrel. Depending on your proclivities, this is Thanet, or Margate, or Cliftonville, or Botany Bay. But the reality is, it’s in a little bit of suburbia… Continue reading KENT HAS FALLEN
THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM
Right, here we go. Two more Kent posts, both worthy of your time (as are 99.9% of pubs, to be honest), then a GBG completion update. Mrs RM just asked how far behind I was on the blog and I told her “200 pubs“, which tells you about how time is measured in retiredmartin land.… Continue reading THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM
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