Dickens scholars will know that in 1865, at the age of 53, our greatest fictional author (apart from BRAPA) was involved in the Staplehurst rail crash, after which his writing took a turn for the worse (see: latter chapters of Our Mutual Friend). Now, I’m not comparing myself with Charles D, he was strictly… Continue reading A BIG HUG IN THE PUP & DUCKLING
I suspect I won’t be getting the honorarium as east Brum’s Tourism Ambassador (that’s Ian Clarkson’s gig anyway), but I do have some highlights from Hours 3-4 of my walk that at least keep Solihull above Maidenhead on my UK Town League Ladders (I’m using the ones from 1980 Shoot ! for this purpose). My… Continue reading SOLIHULL PART II – HALTIN’ IN OLTON
A hard piece to write, and hard to find one photo to sum up Solihull. But it’s LifeAfterFootball‘s home town, so there’s a random Leyton Orient sticker on a lamp post. East Birmingham, which I rather unfairly lump SoliVegas in with, is an odd place to understand, full of suburbs and uncertainties about boundaries. … Continue reading UNSULLIED BY SOLIHULL – PART I
Sorry, Rupert, No classic poetry is safe when I need a blog title. Having reported from the area in Lincolnshire where national treasure Jeffrey Archer was incarcerated in 2001, here’s his current, rather more attractive abode. That’s Rupert Brooke in the courtyard (see here). All proper Cambridgians make the walk out from Newnham to Grantchester… Continue reading STANDS OPEN THE BLUE BALL, AT TEN TO THREE ?
More Cambridge tourism tips, in case Dick and Dave ever get over their Northern fixation. Now the ice age is over, our city is packed with Spanish and Italian schoolchildren, drawn by our famous Mill Road takeaways and free houses. Tourists to Cambridge are all very welcome; particularly the ones old and sensible enough to… Continue reading CAMBRIDGE – A VIEW FROM THE TOWER
I promised you reports from Peterborough, but I never promised you they would all feature “the epitome of the brewers’ craft“, or whatever the CAMRA splinter group will be called. If Craft can flower in Peterborough it can probably flower anywhere. Except Grimsby. I went looking for Craft in the Wortley Almshouses. Sadly, this… Continue reading KEYKEG GOES POSH
I don’t come across that many new unspoilt gems on my travels; if they’re that unchanged they’ve normally been stuck on an Historic Inventory or Grand CAMRA Tour before. The Anchor in Anchor in Salop was my last discovery that would have graced Mr Coe’s list, and the Lion O’Morfe also comes from our… Continue reading THE LION O’MORFE – A FARMHOUSE CLASSIC ?