As promised, Cambridge Railway Craft Beer. Well, very close to the train line anyway at the end of a dead end backstreet. The Calverley Brewery Tap occupies a garage of the type I’ve been clearing recently to stock our church’s annual Mammoth Sale. This year’s sale highlights include the following gems; Mrs RM isn’t going… Continue reading GARAGE SALES
THE GELDART – AN ADULT PUB
Our eldest son came back from University at Sheffield over Easter. At times I feel more time gets spent planning his journeys back and forth up the A1/M18 than he spends in lectures. No, he still hasn’t discovered Sheffield’s pubs. No rush. On the Friday night before he returned to the city of Ruskin, the… Continue reading THE GELDART – AN ADULT PUB
AK OK IN BUNTINGFORD
It’s a long while since I went in a McMullens pub, and the Cambridge branch of Baroosh probably wouldn’t pass the Proper Pub test, anyway. I much enjoyed Alec Latham’s gorgeous post on McMullen AK recently. So much so that I’d been looking for an opportunity to have a pint, even if it wasn’t… Continue reading AK OK IN BUNTINGFORD
DISCOUNTS IN LEITHOLM
A nice bit of neoclassicism for you and Mrs RM, who works just over that bridge in Newton St Boswells. The pub there has just introduced real ale, and one day Mrs RM will be brave enough to go in there and try the lone hand pump for you. Meanwhile, I tried the lone… Continue reading DISCOUNTS IN LEITHOLM
INTO THE EYEMOUTH OF THE STORM
Now I’ve retrieved the photos that mysteriously disappeared when I last crossed back into England at Carter Bar, I can bring you a report from what should have been my last tick in the Scottish Borders. This would have been my first completed GBG county in Scotland, so I’m feeling the loss keenly. You… Continue reading INTO THE EYEMOUTH OF THE STORM
FISHING FOR BASS IN LYME REGIS
Our last day in Dorset (the eldest son had run out of bread to make himself sandwiches); a quick lunch in Lyme Regis. Here’s an under-pinked slice of Navigator. Lyme is the last stop for the Beer Guide before Devon, and a merciless sea of inaccessible GBG ticks that can wait until I have… Continue reading FISHING FOR BASS IN LYME REGIS
PILING ON THE PALMERS
The last knockings in Bridport, and back to the 21st century at the Spoons, where I took my usual art shot. And had a fourth refill of Flat White. We couldn’t be bothered to have another pasta in the campervan, so searched options for an early tea. Can’t be hard at 5.30 on a wet… Continue reading PILING ON THE PALMERS
