Two more to finish off my first successful incursion into the Isle of Wight since 2008, fact fans. I’m claiming ten ticks, as I actually touched the King’s Head, even though it was closed. With its windy little streets and cosy pubs, it’s easy to see why Queen Victoria warmed to Cowes, turning her back… Continue reading SUNSET ON COWES
Month: February 2019
THE GURNARD GRIND
Just to prove that “Pub Bloggers Are Good People, Even If Beer People Aren’t“, here’s your hero on Solent Radio this morning, sounding surprisingly sane. Here's @StymieSi on the radio – https://t.co/Fo9HXZHEF6 — Steve Harris (@SteveHarrisDJ) February 18, 2019 Simon recounts the joy of a three hour trip to a closed pub in Chaldon Herring,… Continue reading THE GURNARD GRIND
FUGGLE-DE-DUM
Greetings from Seaforth, the fag end of Bootle, and a place where my nearest entry on What Pub is called the “Cock & Seamen“. Clearly a Captain Pugwash theme bar. Two more decent GBG pubs in Newport (Isle of Wight) for you, enjoyed a little too quickly if I’m honest. One was a micro, one… Continue reading FUGGLE-DE-DUM
NAMING THE ’66 WORLD CUP WINNERS IN NEWPORT
Too many photos to stick in one post, and almost too much to report from the double decker pub trip from Freshwater to Newport. All I’ll say is, make sure you grab a seat toward the back of the top deck.if you ever catch the school bus on Wight. Teenagers told tales of mixing a… Continue reading NAMING THE ’66 WORLD CUP WINNERS IN NEWPORT
THE WIGHT STUFF
After that false start in Yarmouth, the Isle of Wight belatedly yielded up its pubby pleasures. They don’t come cheap. £4 minimum a pint, plus £25.10 for the train/ferry and £10 for the buses. I suppose someone has to pay to sharpen those needles. First up, Freshwater, a solid but plain village to embody… Continue reading THE WIGHT STUFF
TAKING A BITE OUT OF WIGHT
This pub blogging business is very competitive. Having lost out on the Pipers sponsorship deal to that Bailey fellow (I’m not bitter Paul, but watch your back), I’m exploring other monetisation opportunities. The Tripe Society offered me 0.0257p each time I mention chitterlings, for example, and Maidenhead‘s MP has offered me a quid each time… Continue reading TAKING A BITE OUT OF WIGHT
THE BOURNEMOUTH RUNNER
“Bournemouth Runner! Didn’t get far Bournemouth Runner! First night Bournemouth Runner! But the second night He got away with our guiding light” Bournemouth Runner – The Fall Last pub of the first night was, indeed in Bournemouth, as foretold by Mark E Smith back in 1986. The second night ? You’ll have to wait.… Continue reading THE BOURNEMOUTH RUNNER
ALL CHANGE IN POOLE
The train from Wareham into Poole, across Lytchett and Hole Bays is a delight, as I was to reflect a day later on the bus ride from hell on the Isle of Wight. Less blog material, though. In contrast, the walk from Poole Station to the marvellous Quay is what kidz would call “a bit… Continue reading ALL CHANGE IN POOLE
WAREHAM SCARE’EM
Yesterday I had the great joy of accompanying BRAPA again as he conquered bleeding (green blood) swathes of north Dorset. It’s like following Forrest Gump on his run but you make more loo stops. On the Monday afternoon I was staying a pub or two ahead of Simon as he attempted to complete the… Continue reading WAREHAM SCARE’EM
WOOL, BUT NO SHEEP
A surprising number of Guide pubs in East Dorset are easily accessible by train, or at very least an hour long walk through mud and angry bulls from a station. Wool’s Black Bear is in the former category. The toilets at Christchurch station are closed, but at least there’s plenty of intriguing reading material. I… Continue reading WOOL, BUT NO SHEEP
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