Having delivered BRAPA into the warm bosom of the Fens, it was time for Mrs RM and I to set off in our campervan for Bridport. The M25 and M3 (now “intelligent”) were quite accommodating, but I’d had enough driving by the time we got to Winchester, and there were two ticks there. I always… Continue reading “STUFF YOUR WEDDING, WINCHESTER; I NEED A PUB TICK”
Month: April 2018
LEADING BRAPA ASTRAY
Ah ! Ain’t he lovely ? Don’t answer that. A great week ended with a chance meeting with the legend that is Si of BRAPA fame in the Newmarket hinterlands*. Some people idolise cans of Cloudwater. Fair play @cloudwaterbrew. You've won me back with this. It's absolutely exceptional. pic.twitter.com/DkHKSykxQi — Mark (@millionbevs) April 11, 2018… Continue reading LEADING BRAPA ASTRAY
FINISHING SALOP WITH A BASS BANG
Only one left in Salop for the GBG year, and another cracker. No better place to finish anywhere than in Shrewsbury, of course, even without enough room in my belly for half a dozen or more marvellous pubs I should have done. I caught the town on the first sunny day of Spring. And… Continue reading FINISHING SALOP WITH A BASS BANG
O WOW ! OSWESTRY !
I thought I’d get that little bit of Oswestry disappointment out of the way before I got onto the rave review. What a town this is. It’s not just the “micro in a treehouse” * Mr T Irvin Esq will no doubt appreciate the dead railway station with it’s excellent collection of Thomas and… Continue reading O WOW ! OSWESTRY !
ALL QUIET IN THE OSWESTRY HUNDRED
The pubs in Wolves were ticking over at lunchtime, but I’ve a real nervousness about the health of our more rural pubs these days. Closed on Mondays and Tuesdays, open at 4pm if you’re lucky, and subject to unannounced closures. Wolverhampton was all about revisiting proper boozers, but my two newbies on the edge of… Continue reading ALL QUIET IN THE OSWESTRY HUNDRED
ROUNDING UP THE WOLVES WONDERS
In case you wondered, yes I am intent on getting more posts out of Wolves than Richard. Beaten on quality, but never on quantity. I could have put these bonus photos on Facebook, but of course then my personal data would be sold to the Russian organisation trying to get us to vote “YES” to… Continue reading ROUNDING UP THE WOLVES WONDERS
WOLVES – IT ENDS WITH A CURRY…
Unlike the hardened Professional Drinkers on the Beer and Pubs Forum (note the pre-eminence of the “Beer“), I can’t do a whole day drinking from 10am to 10pm, and by dusk it was time for a curry and bed. The trip into the centre takes you past some great art, both new and more traditional.… Continue reading WOLVES – IT ENDS WITH A CURRY…
“THE DOOG”, THE DOOLEYS AND DRAUGHT MILD
For five points, name the player on the floor (above) being skimmed by Derek Dougan, hero of our next Wolves pub. Pub Curmudgeon knows a thing or two about Heritage pubs, and after the Banks’s tour we headed for one, across what can charitably be called “Salt of the earth Wolverhampton”. Actually, it passes the… Continue reading “THE DOOG”, THE DOOLEYS AND DRAUGHT MILD
BANKS’S – IT’S ALL IN THE PULL
I have very little interest in beer, or the process of making it. The only possible purpose of a brewery tour is the chance to get the beer the way intended at the end. But hats off to Banks’s (a.k.a. Marston’s) whose tour I joined along with a small bunch of pubby ne’er-do-wells last Wednesday.… Continue reading BANKS’S – IT’S ALL IN THE PULL
PULLING UP TREES IN WOLVES
With apologies to Eyemouth, Buntingford, Rye and Tonbridge (ah, Tonbridge), you’ll have to wait for your day in the retiredmartin sun. I can’t find your photos on OneDrive. The one from Tonbridge with Mrs RM and Paul Bailey doing karaoke in the Man of Kent is in there, somewhere. But the evidence from Wolverhampton last… Continue reading PULLING UP TREES IN WOLVES
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