If these posts seem a bit rushed it’s because they’re being compiled in between selling ladies undergarments at the local Salvation Army sale. The ticks are limited but the blog potential is high. Onto Rudgwick, my last Guide pub for the year in brutally inconsistent West Sussex, which really ought to merge with its eastern… Continue reading A RUDGWICK PICK
Month: May 2019
STILL LIFE IN LITTLEHAMPTON
Another short post about a pub I might have skipped over, having seemingly deleted any notes and my memory deleted any recollection of the Steam Packet in Littlehampton. Perhaps you could have a go at compiling your own alternative post from these photos. I always like to bring you photos of floral displays in West… Continue reading STILL LIFE IN LITTLEHAMPTON
SELSEY GOES THE HIGH TABLE ROUTE
Day 3 by the sea, and a rare trip to Selsey, home to people who can afford to leave Bognor. But why would you want to ? Mrs RM was taken by her parents to Selsey as a child. Goodness knows what she did there. Probably the Times crossword. Selsey is the Frinton-on-Sea of the… Continue reading SELSEY GOES THE HIGH TABLE ROUTE
SOUTHSEA HUNTER GATHERERS
I was relieved to get back to Pompey; foreign travel is all well and good but I clearly haven’t got the stomach for it. Back at Southsea Common I stocked up on proper French apples at the lovely greengrocer on Clarence Esplanade, and admired the Queen’s. Stately Edwardian, looking a bit like a Salford Holt… Continue reading SOUTHSEA HUNTER GATHERERS
FRAMPWOOD MAC, retiredmartin HAS TO COME BACK
I’ve no idea where the day on Wight went. Mainly hanging around at bus stops, feeling sick on buses and then finding pot plants to dispose of below-par beer. Admit it, you’re jealous. Another half hour on Ventis to Wootton, joined by shoppers and schoolchildren dreaming of their trip to the mythical land of Portsmouth. … Continue reading FRAMPWOOD MAC, retiredmartin HAS TO COME BACK
MEMORIES
I needed seven pubs to complete the Isle of Wight. Three around Sandown in the bagn, two back in Ryde, one in the centre in Arreton, and the most difficult down at the bottom on Niton. My plan had been to take the bus via Newport down to Joe’s. Only two things were in my… Continue reading MEMORIES
BEMBRIDGE – SOUR CREAM, OLD EMPIRE
In theory, my first three Wight pubs were a doddle, two in Sandown and one just over the hill in bucolic Bembridge. Four miles between Culver Haven and the Village Inn, says Bing Maps, ignoring my bravery in ploughing headlong down the Down, and towards those horns at the top. I escaped their attention by… Continue reading BEMBRIDGE – SOUR CREAM, OLD EMPIRE
THE VIEW FROM CULVER DOWN
Good Beer Guide geography is a source of amazement to the Royal Society of GBG Tickers. Exhibit A. Magic Rock Tap, Huddersfield. Half a mile from Huddersfield Station But listed in the GBG under Birkby, to the amazement of the residents of Birkby, if there are any. Exhibit B. The Culver Haven Inn, Culver Down,… Continue reading THE VIEW FROM CULVER DOWN
SORCERY AND SICKNESS IN SANDOWN
I could have taken the train to Sandown, but the combined travel tickets condemned me to the dreaded Vectis buses. At least the hovercraft stomach churning was over in ten minutes. The bus was 30 minutes of hell. Good job they had those little USB sockets to recharge my phone, eh ? I jumped off… Continue reading SORCERY AND SICKNESS IN SANDOWN
A (HOVERCRAFT) TICKET TO RYDE
Mark Crilley must be in Britpop heaven, with me following the Spandau Ballet reference with a pun on our favourite Northwestern chiming guitar moptops (Oasis, I think). With two nights in Pompey, I made Tuesday “Isle of Wight Day“, just edging out “Southampton Micro Day”. Southampton will always be there, but Wight is probably drifting… Continue reading A (HOVERCRAFT) TICKET TO RYDE
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