Congratulations to Corby Mark for guessing my next destination. I mean, how could you resist the Benbow ? As Vaux Wanderer says; The Benbow has been a GBG regular for decades, though perhaps sitting behind the Loggerheads, Coach & Horses and 3 Fishes in the pantheon of Shrewsbury pubs. My return visit on Thursday night… Continue reading THE ADMIRAL BENBOW
My second Salop tick was over the Severn, after I’d dragged myself away from the Marston’s pub next to the craft bar. Shrewsbury looks gorgeous in the dark, and I almost wish I still had its ten or so GBG pubs still to do. The Anchor (top) is a fairly modest new entry, rather refined,… Continue reading OVER FRANKWELL BRIDGE
After the Railway Inn, Will and Paul set off into the night in search of Doom Bar; I headed for the station in search of at least a couple of GBG ticks. Oooh, how about Shrewsbury ? Two possible routes, too. Via Crewe or Wolves. Guess which I chose. The highlight of the trip, apart… Continue reading SHROOSBURY OR SHROWSBURY ? CRAFT BAR OR MICRO ?
One more day of Stafford posts from last Thursday, then I can bring you November highlights AND a little series of posts moaning celebrating the detail in the new GBG. You left me at the Bird In Hand, where I nipped off to check in to my digs at Bridgewood House, leaving Will and Paul… Continue reading NO BASS AT STAFFORD’S RAILWAY INN
Yes, more Stafford, it never ends. Next we did the cultural bit. For a bit, anyway. Oh, yes, the Hovis street, I wanted Will to see that. “What’s keeping you ?” said Paul, who’d made the Bird In Hand half an hour before. His pace is undiminished in 18 months. Now this was Black Country… Continue reading COB, PINT OF MILD, FIRE
I rather disclosed the rest of the itinerary in that last post, didn’t I ? On to the most photogenic part of the trail, as Stafford’s Ancient High House retains its majesty, despite being sullied by Savers Health & Beauty and Fone Giant. As always, look UP (and expect to bump into someone). Joule’s Rose… Continue reading A STAFFORD JOULE, BUT IS IT A JEWEL ?
There’s some great pubs called The Sun. For a start, there’s my old local in Waterbeach, and the banked Bass stronghold in Stockton-on-Tees, and the fake boozer in Beamish wasn’t bad, either. Titanic’s foray into Stafford isn’t quite a great pub, but it starred last Thursday. Titanic, Joules, and Black Country brought some freshness to… Continue reading TITANIC
For many, including the inmates of HMP Stafford*, 2021 has been a tough year. Personally, I’ve loved the freedom to travel and visit pubs since April/May/July (delete as appropriate) and there’s been a real sense that the folk in pubs are those who really want to be there. And the return of Proper Days Out… Continue reading HE’S BACK ! (FROM OUTER STAFFORD)
Yes, Cheadle, again. But this one is in Staffordshire, as you can tell from the three-looped knot in the town mural. I’ll let you find it on the map yourself, between Stoke and Alton Towers. I was there twice (2x) as recently as August, when Mrs RM’s winter coat was lost and found in the… Continue reading TWO BAKERS IN CHEADLE, STAFFS
I stayed in Manchester (well, Eccles) on Wednesday night, the night that Messi, Neymar and Mbappé came to town. But I didn’t watch City put the moneybags French in their place, instead letting Matt and James have the two tickets my season ticket allows me. I’ve seen Messi three times anyway, and I’d rather have… Continue reading PSG ARE IN TOWN. I’M IN SWINTON.