I’m up to date, now, so this blog can be strictly chronological ’till I run out of material and dig out photos of me in shorts drinking Tizer on a Leiston caravan park. Pray it never gets to that stage.
Five posts from the trip to Kelso and back (rejected title for a Saxon album) to drop Mrs RM at Scottish Borders Council. How many husbands would do a 625 mile round trip to take their wives at work (and tick 8 pubs).
At least Mrs RM wasn’t driving (the journey via Edinburgh airport takes even longer),and got to admire the contrasting roadworks on the A14 and at Catterick.
It took more than 4 hours to reach my first new GBG pub, which tells you how tough this pub ticking lark is now. My shortest journey to “pink my Guide” is now two hours, two and a half if there is any traffic on the road.
So look at the riches in West Thirston, just above Morpeth on the A1. And not just as a first “comfort break” for 4 hours.
This tiny village appears to provide two GBG ticks, side by side, in a tiny village I’ve never heard of.*
And the Northumberland Arms has wallpaper Mrs RM likes !
So this short post exists only to prompt her memory in advance of a future redecoration project. I might set up a poll to gauge your views on the matter.
Because the “pub“, or “dining with rooms” as it no doubt sees itself, is that peculiarly posh stone built North Eastern gastro that gets in the Guide with a couple of local beers. See: Piercebridge.
Even the front (side) door tells you all you need to know.
Rather more than two beers here for the Prosecco crowd, which may explain a lot.
As always, “I choose (pause) anarchy…”
We couldn’t even squeeze into the main bar full of smarts, so perched on a child seat in the side room. Sadly, we could still hear the Mumford and Sons in here. Oddly, Mrs RM thought a distinctly warm Guzzler was great. Well, it was a 5.4% IPA.
Across the River Coquet, what I assumed was the Foxes Den seems ablaze with life (well, ramblers), but approaching I see this is something called the Running Fox, a café open 6am to 5pm.
Round the corner, the Foxes Den sticks to more traditional opening hours**. We decide against waiting 90 minutes in the Northumbrian drizzle, and press on.
I wonder if the Foxes Den will provide Mrs RM with decoration tips too ?
*One of them is listed under Felton, to confuse Simon.
** WhatPub does say it opens at 6, though not whether that’s a.m. or p.m.