I had a week off the GBG trail after that Birthday flurry; pubs need help after Christmas, of course. Then I was off, telling Mrs RM my destination was Henley so I’d at least get some sympathy from her. Not many people know this, but Henley-in-Arden is a little gem, a far better proposition than… Continue reading RUDOLPH IN ARDEN
Month: December 2018
“GET THE RUBY IN FIRST, EH !” LANGWORTHY LEGEND
And, in the end, it all came down to Langworthy, an exciting trip over the M602 at 10pm. A year ago today I was at the Grand Canyon, and it can’t match this view. For fans of great street names (see also: Whitwick), here’s My Street. It could be yours, too. I’m heading for the… Continue reading “GET THE RUBY IN FIRST, EH !” LANGWORTHY LEGEND
YOU’RE MY-YY-YY, YOU’RE MY FAVOURITE WEASTE OF TIME
Back to my Birthday. With any luck I’ll finish this mini-series before my next one. I think you know the route by now, a zigzag through Castlefield and Salford Quays into the glories of Greater Eccles. Clearly, I should have gone straight to bed and listened to the Match of the Day inquest on the… Continue reading YOU’RE MY-YY-YY, YOU’RE MY FAVOURITE WEASTE OF TIME
A TRAIN BEER FOR THE PICCADILLY TAP
Yes, still more from my Birthday I’m afraid. Having lost track of time AND forgotten I could only use my return ticket on the Welsh chugger back to Piccadilly, I had 27.5 minutes to kill in Wilmslow. No great undiscovered boozers, no micros, not even some weird street art down a dark alley. Just a… Continue reading A TRAIN BEER FOR THE PICCADILLY TAP
WILMSLOW – “WE HAVE TO GO BACK”
Nice easy cultural reference for our American readers there. I got lost (see what I did there ?) after about three episodes of Series 1. I’m not a big one for “Special days and anniversaries“, as you may have gathered. But I do like to be somewhere exotic on my birthday. Ghent in 2004, Belize… Continue reading WILMSLOW – “WE HAVE TO GO BACK”
CASK IN ANCOATS, CACK AT THE ETIHAD
Am I allowed to use the word “cack” ? My mum says cack-handed, so must be OK. Into Manchester, having narrowly avoided being lynched for missing the second “k” out of Kirkby Lonsdale (thanks Russ). Or more properly, into Salford, where I was spending a night in romantic Weaste. Never been before, a semi-mythical place… Continue reading CASK IN ANCOATS, CACK AT THE ETIHAD
THE POLITENESS OF KIRKBY LONSDALE
I woke bright and early on my birthday, ready to face the world. Starting with the gentlefolk outside Booths in Kirkby Lonsdale. It’s a very Booths & Barbour sort of place. But very polite they were, and smiled at the Father Christmas murdering “Fairytale of New York”. This is a town that scored highly in… Continue reading THE POLITENESS OF KIRKBY LONSDALE
WOKEN UP ON MY BIRTHDAY BY ULVERSTON OIKS SINGING “LET IT GO” UNDERNEATH MY WINDOW
Ultimate spoiler there. Back to Askham, where the Railway was now open, just before my assumed revised opening time of 5pm. I guess you’d describe this as a traditional all-rounder, the sort of place you find in East Yorkshire village where the guvnor wears a tie and still looks slightly askance at a group of… Continue reading WOKEN UP ON MY BIRTHDAY BY ULVERSTON OIKS SINGING “LET IT GO” UNDERNEATH MY WINDOW
AN INADVISABLE WALK TO THE BLACK DOG
On a roll now, I stopped ten minutes back down the line to Barrow, at Askam (not to be confused with Askham up the road, unless you’re BRAPA. Loads of Beer Guide pubs round here, nearly all remote (compared to Kendall, anyway) and promising much. Starting with the one on Askam Station’s doorstep, which was… Continue reading AN INADVISABLE WALK TO THE BLACK DOG
TOP 100 PUBS – PRINCE OF WALES, FOXFIELD
The Prince of Wales has been near the top of my “Must-Do” list for years; it’s one of the few classic UK pubs I’ve somehow missed, along with Devon’s Crewe Arms (what !) and Lord of the Isles at Renfrew’s indoor ski slope. How exciting to do it on a gray December night the… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – PRINCE OF WALES, FOXFIELD
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