I know you’re desperate for news of Mrs RM‘s latest venture to keep me in the style to which I’m accustomed. She’s alternating between Northampton and Cambridge Councils, doing something involving IT, whatever that is. The Cambridge version of her job takes place at Castle Hill, the highest point in town (i.e. about the height… Continue reading THE ARCHITECTS OF CASK’S DEMISE
Month: August 2018
PUBMEN DO WOLVES. AGAIN
It’s a good job Stafford’s top #PubMan doesn’t sue me for using his picture on this blog, as he’s becoming almost as much a fixture as a dodgy pint of Otter. You’ll remember that Paul joined my Black Country Auditors Amble at the Great Western, a visit that divided opinion. But where next ? We’d… Continue reading PUBMEN DO WOLVES. AGAIN
OTTERS AND WOMBATS ON THE SOMERSET LEVELS
People do odd things in summer. Families of Guardian readers leave their Sussex homes and camp in the Somerset levels, singing jolly songs as they cycle past pumping stations, endless bungalow and drains. Sounds very much like March. I lasted an hour; an hour punctuated by having to say “Good morning !” at least 17… Continue reading OTTERS AND WOMBATS ON THE SOMERSET LEVELS
WESTON WRAP-UP
The problem with arriving back in town at 10.40pm is that you immediately look at options for an inadvisable last beer. The station bar, Off the Rails, had an Old Boy singing trad Irish songs, there’s a Bass pub in the Beer Guide, and some other “interesting options“. But, on the basis it had WiFi… Continue reading WESTON WRAP-UP
TINY REBEL CITRA MILKSHAKE IPA IN THE VICTORIA
You never want to end an evening on a sour note. Having completed Bristol, and therefore Gloucestershire, I scoured What Pub for pre-emptive potential. Sadly, places called “Clifton Sausage”, “Amoeba” and “Illusions Magic Bar” (honestly)offered little potential, so I did a revisit of the Victoria. Yes, sometimes I go back to the same place… Continue reading TINY REBEL CITRA MILKSHAKE IPA IN THE VICTORIA
DRIZZLE IN BRIZZLE; A LANSDOWN HOROSCOPE
It had all been going so well since “Drainpour Friday“, as legend now calls it. A week of good beer in Yorkshire, Lancashire and Somerset, with barely a dip below NBSS 3. And so to Gloucestershire’s final tick, the Lansdown in Clifton. Staying in Weston gives you a £7.10 off-peak return to Bristol (“outrage”… Continue reading DRIZZLE IN BRIZZLE; A LANSDOWN HOROSCOPE
WESTON-SUPER-BASS
Ah, Weston-super-Mare. The English seaside, Jeffrey Archer, and Draught Bass. If you can’t make a decent blog out of that you’re not trying hard enough. Weston also has those all-important cheap guest houses that draw retiredmartin here as a base for exploration, rather like near neighbour Newport.* I picked the Welbeck (room only), because it’s… Continue reading WESTON-SUPER-BASS
AXBRIDGE – SAY CHEESE
I’ve only time for a quick post while I explore Luton’s competing attractions while waiting for a flight from Katowice that’s 3 hours late (thanks Ryanair). Here’s the Hatters Highlight. In contrast to Dunstable Guided Busway, Axbridge is an authentic bit of honeypot Somerset, home to King John’s Hunting Lodge and the chintzy Lamb. A… Continue reading AXBRIDGE – SAY CHEESE
WELL, WELL, WELLS
I see that Whitby has won Mudgie’s poll of England’s most beautiful towns, edging out Shrewsbury, Stamford and Coalville. I can only assume that most of you don’t actually travel very widely. Wells scored well, which surprised me a bit as it left no real impression on a couple of visits over the years, rather… Continue reading WELL, WELL, WELLS
YANKEES OVER HERE, DRINKING OUR BEER
This post is brought to you courtesy of WiFi, Dorset Knob and double espresso in the Spoons at Winton, Bournemouth. It’s always great to have the Southworth brothers and their lovely wives over here, even if they did choose to stay in our village and send Mrs RM into a panic in case they visit… Continue reading YANKEES OVER HERE, DRINKING OUR BEER
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