Ah, found the rest of my Seaford photo cache. Some more dramatic coastline, actually only a few minutes from the Golden Galleon at Exceat Bridge. But more dramatic than that was the realisation, as I passed the Wellington, that I’d been there before. And had no recollection of it at all. But there it was… Continue reading THE SEAFORD TICKERS
Month: June 2018
IDENTIFYING ROCK STARS IN THE SEAFORD OLD BOOT
June is turning into my “Seaside Month“, with GBG ticks from Thanet to Ayr. Ayr could do with Thanet’s micro pubs, I can tell you. Next stop, dangerously close to Beachy Head, is mysterious Seaford. Mysterious in that I couldn’t remember ever going there, having clearly confused it with Littlehampton, world centre of mobility scooters.… Continue reading IDENTIFYING ROCK STARS IN THE SEAFORD OLD BOOT
LAUGHTON LOO LAUGHS
Some folk may think this blog a bit obsessed with urinals; just wait till you’re as old as me. More short posts about Sussex compiled on dodgy WiFi in a campervan in Ayr for you, starting with the Roebuck in Laughton. The Roebuck is what we call a destination pub, but manages to retain a… Continue reading LAUGHTON LOO LAUGHS
EMBER ECSTASY IN HAYWARD’S HEATH
OK, there’s two lies there for a start. The Red Lion was rubbish, and it’s strictly in Lindfield, but I doubt anyone bar Mudgie knows where either place is. The next few posts are all Sussex, which is decidedly more than a seaside town for hipsters. I can now travel on the railway to Brighton… Continue reading EMBER ECSTASY IN HAYWARD’S HEATH
MY PART IN THE GREAT CO2 SHORTAGE OF 2018
No, not the bubbles in Prosecco, but my consumption of pints of soda water while driving BRAPA round rural Cambridge must have tipped the supply of CO2 over the edge. Not that I’d have known what CO2 was, having scraped a CSE Grade 4 by spelling my name right in 1981. Anyway, 3 new ticks… Continue reading MY PART IN THE GREAT CO2 SHORTAGE OF 2018
IDENTIFYING THE NUMBER FOUR
More BRAPA fun on the Wednesday, with Simon by now 12 ticks to the good and none the worse for wear (I’m kidding, he looked terrible). My first taxi service of the day took us to the eastern extremes of Cambridgeshire, home of my first girlfriend and a Greene King dog called Dave (unconnected). The… Continue reading IDENTIFYING THE NUMBER FOUR
BRAPA COMES TO TOWN
I’m making such good progress on the blog that I get to bring you a report from BRAPA‘s long-awaited trip to Cambridge before he does. To preserve BRAPA’s anonymity I’ve blurred his face above so people can’t identify him and beat him up when he comes back. But here’s a nice picture of me… Continue reading BRAPA COMES TO TOWN
“WHICH ONE DO YOU RECOMMEND ?”
Two left in Hampshire, at either end of Emsworth. Before I get there, one more lustful look at the Coal Exchange. Shoulda’ gone in. Fans of traditional fonts (and garages) will enjoy Lillywhite Bros too. The Lord Raglan isn’t shabby either, though more for the setting by Slipper Mill Pond than the exterior. Dozens of… Continue reading “WHICH ONE DO YOU RECOMMEND ?”
EMSWORTH – THE END IS NEAR
More “What we did on our holidays” posts, even though I was listening to “Unhalfbricking” last night. Mudgie will get that one. Three pubs from one railway station, as I get close to completing Hampshire GBG for another year. Not the hardest county, but 17 new entries this year meant 6 trips past Staines on… Continue reading EMSWORTH – THE END IS NEAR
PROSECCO IN PORTSMOUTH
Let the last two days be a lesson to bloggers in how to squeeze half a dozen posts out of one evening on the South Coast. But for a lesson in proper pub writing, can I direct you to Lady Sinks The Booze. Read it twice. Amongst many great lines is this; “There are good… Continue reading PROSECCO IN PORTSMOUTH
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