August 2026. Bristol. A day in Bath, a day in Frome, two (2) identical Chinese takeaways from Twerton’s wonderful Bamboo Garden, which proves I know how to live. After the Zig Zag beer in Frome, the Zig Zag rail journey home, as a fallen tree (posh version of cows on the line) near Bristol Parkway… Continue reading SPOONS OR NOTHING, THEN
“Grab a beanbag”. UNCOVENTIONAL PUB SEATING AT FROME’S SHIP
August 2026. Frome. Finally, Frome finshed. The mile back to the station from the Royal Oak has the odd closed pub, but overall there’s a healthy mix of pubs left, and our last one firmly in the “smart family pub” camp. A rambling place, with perhaps the highest age range of the day (excluding our… Continue reading “Grab a beanbag”. UNCOVENTIONAL PUB SEATING AT FROME’S SHIP
PUB TICKING IS A PROPER JOB. THE ROYAL OAK, FROME
August 2026. Frome. A long, long, day in Frome moves towards its conclusion with an actual NEW Beer Guide pub west of town, away from the cutting-edge art and scary shops, and neatly kept courtyards. The Royal Oak is your roadside pub on the way to (checks map) to Vobster and Mells, the pub with… Continue reading PUB TICKING IS A PROPER JOB. THE ROYAL OAK, FROME
BECKS. THE GRIFFIN, FROME
August 2026. Frome. Yes, I’m really milking the Frome Folly Jolly for content, and appropriately Pub 7 talkes us to Milk Street, former home of Milk Street (now Frome) Brewery. The Griffin is the perennial GBG entry, the quirky local embodying alternative Frome with its legendary live music. I’m guessing it gets busy later, as… Continue reading BECKS. THE GRIFFIN, FROME
I AM A CIDER DRINKER. THE LAMB AND FOUNTAIN, FROME
August 2026. Frome. Pub 6, or 7 (seven) for those on our Frome Roam who had popped off to Palmers Bottle Shop after Just Ales. I can tell you nothing about Palmers, which means it is guaranteed to make the next GBG. The pace was relentless, and some of our group went MIA, or possibly… Continue reading I AM A CIDER DRINKER. THE LAMB AND FOUNTAIN, FROME
UP THE HILL AND DOWN THE ALE
August 2026. Frome. Pub 5 on the Frome Frolic, and having retrieved Kentish Paul from the chaos of the rail system it was time to do a rapid tour of the town, and head for the GBG micro up the hill. Oddly, we lost Stafford Paul at this stage, opting for a well earned breather… Continue reading UP THE HILL AND DOWN THE ALE
THE THREE SWANS, FROME. “No marine will be left behind”.
August 2026. Frome. The pub blogging community is very tight knit and supportive. Oxford Nick aka Prop Up The Bar has been receiving our counselling support since posting this photo on Tuesday; I shall be stealing that Olivia Rodrigo reference for future blog titles (see also : Bad Idea, Right). Kentish Paul had encountered some… Continue reading THE THREE SWANS, FROME. “No marine will be left behind”.
ARCHANGEL, FROME – THE AI ASSISTED POST
August 2026. Frome. It’s 12:13 last Saturday and we’re already on Pub 3 on the Great Frome Pub Survey, or whatever we’re calling it. It’s something called Archangel, without the “The“, like Architects without the definitive article. And that’s where the notes stop, at least until the pub where the cider was £2.80 a pint.… Continue reading ARCHANGEL, FROME – THE AI ASSISTED POST
WHO ARE FOLLY ROAD ?
August 2026. Frome. Oh look, spoiler, a map showing our pub crawl route in Frome last Saturday. The best is yet to come, but every pub deserves a Retired Martin post, even the George, the most stately looking place in the market place. I just looked up room rates this weekend; minimum 3 night stay… Continue reading WHO ARE FOLLY ROAD ?
3 1980 BLONDIE HITS IN A ROW. THE BLUE BOAR, FROME
August 2026. Frome. I can’t remember why we started our Proper Pub Crawl/Curated Survey of Licensed Premises* at the Blue Boar. Oh yes, it opened at 10am. We live in a world where many pubs don’t open till 4pm (if at all) during the week, noon if you’re lucky, so the value operators like Wetherspoons… Continue reading 3 1980 BLONDIE HITS IN A ROW. THE BLUE BOAR, FROME