Ten days of #MAGA. How do I approach this on the blog ? One pub at a time, just like in the UK. But first, the set-up. Where is New York ? asks reader qq. Here it is, just south-west of St Johns. I waved to Russ as we flew over Canada. Sorry to disappoint… Continue reading CROWN HEIGHTS AFFAIR

Lots of posts from That America to come.  Or perhaps not ? Every great journey starts at an airport Wetherspoons, doesn’t it ? With a 6.30am flight to come, I didn’t fancy the drive to search for a long-term car park in the attractive part of Crawley, so I got a family agreement to take… Continue reading THE INEVITABLE GATWICK SPOONS PINT

  So, a mixed bag in terms of beer quality in Wales in May and June.  But the last tick really restored my faith in Wales, pubs, beer, the Universe, life itself. Generations of Brummies have no doubt passed the humble Druid at Goginan en-route to Aberystwyth and Barmouth, sandwiches and Tizer in bags, missing… Continue reading GO, GO TO GOGINAN

I’m sure Richard would have had something to say about the carpets in the Cadwgan, But I know he’d appreciate the beauty of Aberaeron, a place I can’t believe I’ve spelt correctly so far. Only a second trip to the Times reader’s favourite West Welsh resort (I didn’t actually do any research for that, don’t… Continue reading ABERAERON – GREAT PUB CARPETS

You left us at Cardigan’s Angel Hotel with chilli sauce dripping down our chins (mine, anyway, can’t speak for Duncan). No chance of a midnight pint of murk here.  In fact no sign that the bar ever opened. But despite an overpowering smell of air freshener on the stairs, I’ll be using the Angel again… Continue reading EVERYTHING (IN CARDIGAN) BUT THE PUB

Many of you have been in touch with me with special requests for this series of Welsh posts, which is sadly drawing to a close. The printable one reads; “Less silly pubs, more pictures of Duncan’s jumper” It was 8.30pm as we skated past St Brides Bay and the Havens en-route for St Ishmaels (not… Continue reading KEBABS IN CARDIGAN

TWO, count them, TWO pubs for you this time, as the Pubmeister attempts to make up for lost time and reach Stackpole before dark descended. Next up was Solva, famed anong Guardianistas for the harbourside pubs. But possibly not the roadside Royal George. Or Villa Giorgio as it appears to be known. You can see… Continue reading ROCH ON, PUBMEISTER

Following the lead of BRAPA, more short posts as I vainly attempt to catch up while using Devon internet. For you quiz fans, identify this pub…. The next pub on Duncan’s personal journey of self discovery took us to our smallest city (on some measures, he adds to avoid debate). By the time we reached… Continue reading PEMBROKESHIRE BASS LURE TOURNAMENT

Well, when someone else is driving you to drink you may as well fill your boots. I have to say, Duncan is a perfect passenger, never once demanding an emergency stop on the hard shoulder of the A428 A487. So it was that on our way to St Davids we were only mildly diverted to… Continue reading HIDDEN BASS IN LLANYCHAER

Onward to Maenclochog, which is easy for you to say. Middle of nowhere, and 3 days on camel from Pontfaen. Never heard of it, which just goes to show how much of the UK is undiscovered. Like Erith and Belverdere. It’s a village that lets its heritage decline naturally, I’ll say that. And you thought… Continue reading BENCH SEATS AND BAVARIAN N/A LAGER