More short posts. With more great Portsmouth backstreet pub tiling, but unfortunately more slow-selling beer. A rare Wadworths house in the Beer Guide, it looked irresistible at dusk. And with the blues playing and a menu starring “lobster or lobster & pulled brisket loaded fries served up truffle alioli”, I thought it might be the… Continue reading KING STREET BLUES
Month: May 2019
TONY HADLEY IPA – “YOU ARE BRONZE, BRONZE…”
Yes, I really aim to draw you in a post with a Spandau Ballet pun. It’s that bad. Next up was Swanwick’s Elm Tree. in the Neverlands between Southampton and Portsmouth. Loads going on here just off the M27, with Air Traffic Control, Beacon Bottom and the mysterious “Balancing Pond“. That Ember Inn (top)… Continue reading TONY HADLEY IPA – “YOU ARE BRONZE, BRONZE…”
THE TRAIN FROM FRATTON
A few short bitty posts now as I rush back and forwards between the laptop and the annual charity sale, where I attempt to sell tat to folk at deflated prices. So bit of a rush through the pubs. Which will please some of you who think I should always be in a pub. This… Continue reading THE TRAIN FROM FRATTON
PROPER POMPEY LANDLORD
You left me in Southsea at the Auckland, having just visited a non-GBG pub in error. As Costello sang, “It was a brilliant mistake“. So I walked the ten yards round the corner to the Apsley, a different but equally cosy looking local. I suspect some of you are ahead of me here. Yes, it… Continue reading PROPER POMPEY LANDLORD
NO BURSTING THE SOUTHSEA BUBBLE
Back to Pompey, or more properly Southsea, one of the great pubbing areas in the world, along with Stockport, Bewdley and the Amber Valley. Oddly, Portsmouth itself is looking like a GBG desert, as this extract from the GBG App shows. Yes, Southsea must have one of the highest concentrations of GBG pubs per head… Continue reading NO BURSTING THE SOUTHSEA BUBBLE
THE DREGS OF WORTHING
Odd one this. I’d arranged to meet John, the Wonder of Wittering, in Littlehampton for a seaside crawl. But our pub was unexpectedly shut (and wasn’t a micro). Even worse, I hadn’t had time to park up in my usual secret spot in Pompey and make the train across, so I was going to… Continue reading THE DREGS OF WORTHING
ARTFUL TEASING IN CHIDDINGFOLD
The odds of me headlining my last Surrey post with posh hand lotion were high, perhaps 88%. The alternative was this one. But you don’t want to lead with a toilet sign too often. So, back to Chiddingfold, a year after this atrocity; Both that horror in the Winterton Arms, and a previous pint… Continue reading ARTFUL TEASING IN CHIDDINGFOLD
PRIDE DRINKING WELL IN EARITH SLUICE
Back home, a day’s rest before we finally charged up the campervan and took it out on an exciting Good Friday trip. Just up the road from Greater Waterbeach, but it’s a start. There’s a website that tells you where you can park your campervan overnight for nothing, as long as you don’t need electricity… Continue reading PRIDE DRINKING WELL IN EARITH SLUICE
“Eyy !”
And so to the Thursday morning, and the long journey home to Waterbeach, via Dereham. Via lots of food stops. Starting with sour dough and creamed mushrooms round the corner from the Queen’s Head at Dubbin Gud Food, about as artisanal as Buxton gets. Apart from the Discount Store, of course. The journey home looks… Continue reading “Eyy !”
SHOOING AWAY CATS IN CHAPEL-EN-LE-FRITH
Last pub of the night, and a third Guide tick in as many hours. Wait till you see my GBG spreadsheet. Soon, Duncan, soon. Only ten minutes to Chapel, for seemingly my debut tick there. Is that possible ? Loads going on there, but I can only remember ever shooting past it on the A6,… Continue reading SHOOING AWAY CATS IN CHAPEL-EN-LE-FRITH
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