Two of the hardest words to spell in the Welsh language, here attempted in the same blog title. Phwoar would be a good word to describe our campervan stop at Foryd Bay south of Caernarfon, which I bring you here due to the joy of staring at Welsh OS extracts. We were moved on… Continue reading PHWOAR ! PWLLHELI
Month: May 2018
SNOWDON & PRAWN COCKTAIL CRISPS
On the Tuesday morning we reluctantly woke ourselves at 7am to get an early start on Snowdon, leaving this view from our layby in Conwy. Mrs RM has been telling folk on Facebook she’s climbing Snowdon for ages, so there was no turning back, despite the debilitating effects of the previous night’s exertions in the… Continue reading SNOWDON & PRAWN COCKTAIL CRISPS
TEACHING AMERICANS ABOUT BEER IN THE ALBION
From the Bank we wandered aimlessly for all of 7 seconds, ending up on the doorstep of Conwy’s “premier ale house“. Before I could say, “But Mrs RM, we have a mountain to climb tomorrow morning” she was in like a shot, staring round looking for craft, while I took photos of the floor. It’s… Continue reading TEACHING AMERICANS ABOUT BEER IN THE ALBION
TAKE IT TO THE BANC
More live blogging from North Wales, where Mrs RM has just conquered Snowdon. No Bass in the cafe at the top, so a wasted journey, but one less place to cross off the list of possible Bass venues. Mrs RM had been in training for the ascent for some hours, culminating in a four pints… Continue reading TAKE IT TO THE BANC
CONWY COINS IT
We’re staying wild in Conwy tonight in our campervan. The Americans we met tonight call it “Boondogging“, which sounds like a cross between something unmentionable and a Marston’s beer. What a gorgeous place this is, particularly when you’re not paying £80 a night to stay here. Down by the quayside, one pub was taking most… Continue reading CONWY COINS IT
WRECKED IN WRECSAM
Not strictly true, it was just a shared half of Mild in the birthplace of our greatest living haircut, but “Sober in Wrecsam” sounds rubbish. I’m back to instant blogging, this time from a pub looking out over the River Conwy while listening to Steely Dan and drinking this. I’ve had worse days. And Wrecsam/Wrexham… Continue reading WRECKED IN WRECSAM
NORTHAMPTON – FOLLOW THE BASS BRACES
Our first official Northampton pub (Paul Mudge always has a head start in Spoons) was the only GBG entry that opened before midday, and you know how much we like our morning openers. Pleasingly, Paul managed to identify the former Fish, where Mrs RM and I spent a night in 1998 before buying a Ford… Continue reading NORTHAMPTON – FOLLOW THE BASS BRACES
IT WAS 20 YEARS AGO TODAY
So finally I reach Northampton, and the rabid Beer & Pubs Forum posse get to see how incriminating my photos of them are. If you can’t face my posts, take a look at Pub Curmudgeon and Richard Coldwell now. But be warned, THEY didn’t drink a pint of Fosters in the Rifle Drum. Mrs… Continue reading IT WAS 20 YEARS AGO TODAY
A TOURIST IN NOTTINGHAM LOOKING FOR BASS
A photographic special for Alan Winfield today. Some more tourist shots from Nottingham, worryingly quiet on a Wednesday evening. I can only assume the residents were all enjoying bracing walks in Mansfield Woodhouse or something. A few Japanese tourists were heading towards this place, having giving up finding a GBG pub in the centre.… Continue reading A TOURIST IN NOTTINGHAM LOOKING FOR BASS
RUSHING KIDS, ROYAL CHILDREN
On Wednesday morning I got a text message from youngest son Matt. “Soz Dad, short notice. Can I go 2 We Came As Romans gig tonite plz.” “OK. Where ? “Nottingham. London date sold out” “OK” “Radddd” You can guess where he gets it from. So at 6.30pm we were back here, having made… Continue reading RUSHING KIDS, ROYAL CHILDREN
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