You left me on Day 3 of the Forest of Dean Big Tick, having just been warned by a pub cat to “beware the back streets of Cinderford“. It took me to realise that’s what those miaows meant, I don’t speak cat and had to use Shazam. Next stop, Upper Soudley’s White Horse., tucked between… Continue reading SAVED PENALTIES & SAVED PUBS IN UPPER SOUDLEY
Next, a shameless pitch for the pub cat market, estimated at being worth about $7.7 trillion annually for bloggers and tweeters. A short post from Blakeney, winner of “Best Village” apparently, despite having no central pub and having converted all its pretty shops to chintzy houses. Decent walks, too, though until my “scratch and sniff”… Continue reading BAR-FLIES, PUB CATS AND DOGS AT THE COCK
First Lydney, now Coleford. More towns about which I could have told you nothing a week ago, beyond the fact that BRAPA hadn’t yet upset the locals and they didn’t have a Wetherspoons. On my fourth trip down the M50 this summer, I at least had the joy of a journey down the west… Continue reading COLEFORD – WORKING WITH FIRE & STEEL. AND LUCOZADE.
The Forest of Dean is the gift that keeps on giving. I recommend you cancel your fortnight in England’s most beautiful town, wherever that is*, POLL: England’s Most Beautiful Town – Group C — Pub Curmudgeon 🍻 (@oldmudgie) August 14, 2018 and spend a night in a £30 guest house in Coleford or Cinderford. Update… Continue reading THE RETIREMENT OF THE VILLAGE RATCATCHER
Back to that strict chronology you ticking types like, and a first exodus on this blog into the Forest of Dean, armed with your best wishes for my safe return. I felt FoD, or whatever locals call it, may have more to explore than anywhere else in the UK. You might be interested to see… Continue reading LOST IN A FOREST (OF DEAN)
No post yesterday, due a lack of internet in my otherwise reliable Wolves guest house (good grief those Everton fans made a mess of the city on Saturday). So I’ll have to wait till I get home to bring you about 762 posts from Gloucestershire, including a horror show in Cinderford. In the meantime, a… Continue reading INTERLUDE AT THE GREAT WESTERN
A short break between trips down the M5/M50/A40 back in the flatlands, as I bring you a beer and food matching report from Cambridge. The Southworth clan have just invaded Cambridge, so I was treating this as reconnaissance. And I like to visit all the local GBG entries each year. So could the Kingston be… Continue reading CHEAP PUB LUNCHES IN CAMBRIDGE