One of the most admirable aspects of the BRAPA quest to complete the Beer Guide is the consistency with which young Si goes through his recent Saturday routine; Get up at 5am Walk to York station Buy a pasty Get irritated with fellow travellers on train to Kings Cross Catch a connecting train to a dull Buckinghamshire… Continue reading BARELY A HEARTBEAT ON THE NORTH YORKS MOORS
Month: August 2017
JULY ’17 STOCKTAKE & AUGUST PREVIEW
I’ve only just noticed I need to sum up July, and post my plans for August so you can avoid me. Not that that worked for Pubmeister, who I still managed to harass in Copenhagen on a memorable (and expensive night). BRAPA beat me to that post, and walloped me last month, 56 (fifty-six) pubs to my… Continue reading JULY ’17 STOCKTAKE & AUGUST PREVIEW
KARAOKE & KAMPERVANNING IN STAMFORD
Somewhere in my photo collection there’s a picture of a bloke singing “Back for Good” at karaoke in Stamford‘s Lincolnshire Poacher*; the highlight of a Sunday night spent on Adnams, Bombardier, Mansfield and Pedigree in the fun pub. But it was all fun pubs back in 1997, when Stamford had one of the widest range of beers anywhere in the… Continue reading KARAOKE & KAMPERVANNING IN STAMFORD
TALES OF THE TAYLOR OF GLOUCESTER
Hardly a year goes by without a disappointing trip to Gloucester. Why, oh why can’t it be like other modest Cathedral cities ? Never mind Salisbury, even Rochester has more GBG entries, and more to detain you. Like Peterborough, the cathedral is the star, an absolute gem, even without the Potter trappings. I tipped up… Continue reading TALES OF THE TAYLOR OF GLOUCESTER
CRANHAM – CIDER WITH YANKEES
Into Gloucestershire, and a rare chance to show you an incomplete page from the Beer Guide. I think you’ll agree it looks much more impressive in bright pink than the dull green used by one of my GBG completist enemies chums. On our family trip toward Somerset this Sunday I should be able to clear the… Continue reading CRANHAM – CIDER WITH YANKEES
PERSHORE – IT’S A MYSTERY
Back on the road again, and a first trip to Pershore since a night in the very odd Wood Norton conference facilities (£25 if I recall, an all-time bargain). The Vale of Evesham, a bit like the Vale of Pewsey, gets short shrift from tourists. Apart from Pub Curmudgeon and me, who had mixed feelings… Continue reading PERSHORE – IT’S A MYSTERY
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