Greetings from riot-torn Hamburg, the new centre of the unintentional street art world.
I had a car that looked like that once. Perfectly driveable.
I can’t wait to write up this Scandi-German trip, but still a few proper pubs to tell you about first.
Into Wales, almost as foreign a trip as BRAPA flying into Cornwall for 25 GBG ticks. Well done, Simon.
Connah’s Quay is a challenging start to Wales, particularly if you’ve just had a day in Chester. It must seem like you’re entering a different country.
I’d love to know how many tourists it gets. This was our fourth visit, which should mean “Freedom of Flint” status. Back in ’94, I escaped a conference at the University of Chester to explore the exotic sounding Flintshire coast, only for my Popular Plus to conk out on the B5126.
The RAC arrived while I was in Delicious getting my chips and sweet & sour sauce. I was classy, even back then. I offered the RAC man, who’d come from the Quay, a chip.
Glad to see it’s still there, unchanged, much like the rest of a High Street made up of discount stores and a burnt out building that I’m sure used to be a basic Oakwell pub. Someone will know; it’s worth 7.5 points.
I took a stroll along the Wales Coast Path alongside the Dee, with views across to Tata Steel, just like other tourists would.
At Dock Road Industrial Estate, I came across this strikingly lifelike sculpture;
and then civilisation.
Yes, suddenly, I was in Shotton, which I remembered had a brand new(ish) Spoons. Which can mean only one thing;
Now, I love Wales, but that really is the poorest looking crushed avocado bagel I’ve seen since Spoons invented them last year. How can Flintshire expect tourists with a food offer like that ?
A proper locals pub, with the handful of middle-aged blokes still allowed to sneak a couple of pints before Sunday lunch. The decline in Sunday lunch boozing has been chronicled over the last decade on Pub Curmudgeon’s blog, but hangs on here and in the Wirral.
“Went to a wedding with a £1 bar last night. My head hurts”
“£1 ! The world’s yer lobster”
“Gin Gan Gu !” What does that mean ?
You could have been in Wallasey, until the conversation inevitably veered onto “77 stone” Neville Southall and his starring role in Wales win over Germany in the ’90s.
Mrs RM would call it “Basic basic“, and I couldn’t disagree with her.
And now the confession. It wasn’t really Courage in that glass, but the sole real ale from Mr Grundy, Derby’s finest. It had clearly been vigorously pulled through, though I only actually saw Carlsberg being drunk. And why not ?
Look at the head on the beer.
Well below £3 a pint (my notes say £1.60,but that can’t be right, can it ?), and in spotless condition (NBSS 3.5), it more than justified a Beer Guide place for a pub that I fear wouldn’t get visited by CAMRA members in some parts of the country.
Well done Chester & South Clwyd CAMRA.
NB As so often, some proper toilet art sealed the deal.