In the summer of ’76 a frankly podgy 11 old (un)retiredmartin set off from a flat Waterbeach to less flat Swanage for a week of crabbing and crazy golf (both are legal activities, folks), and a shared room with my sister (legal at 11). Unfortunately all photos from that week were destroyed in a bonfire… Continue reading A HOMAGE TO SWANAGE
Just back from 2 days pubbing on the west coast of Scotland with Pubmeister, who has the cleanest house in Paisley (it says on my crib notes). Loads of posts to catch up with starting with the one that isn’t quite the Square & Compasses. But the King’s Arms was still heaving on a sunny… Continue reading BASS MIRRORS PHOTOBOMB MY SELFIE IN LANGTON MATRAVERS
I confess, I read BRAPA last night and thought “what’s the point?” Not the point of BRAPA, the point of pub blogging. But I press on, into August in fact, and bring you what was at the time my nearest new GBG tick. Yes, a mere 3hrs 7, even with the usual delay at the… Continue reading NO (WEST) PARLEY
My last Mid Wales pub on the trip, and almost certainly my last in GBG19. And what a cracker the Greyhound was, tucked away in Radnorshire to the west of the thriving metropolis of, er, Kinghton. But look, it’s got a railway station, under a slightly different name to fool BRAPA. I’ve kindly worked out… Continue reading THIS ONE LOOKS FAMILIAR !
My penultimate pub in West Wales and the deep joy of a real Borders town. Competing with Kington and Knighton for my Marches affections, and this time emerging victorious, though to be fair I’ve never had a Chinese takeaway from each of them on the same night. I couldn’t remember it, though I’d definitely been… Continue reading ALL GAIN, NO PAIN IN PRESTEIGNE
I was going to skip the next one, the ultimate quick half stop, but that would have deprived Matthew Lawrenson of one of the best fonts of the week. And how can you resist the Fforest in a place called Llanfinhangel-nant-Melan (pronounced Melon). Of course, on both Bing Maps and WhatPub the Fforest has moved… Continue reading STANDING ROOM ONLY IN THE FFOREST INN
You can’t beat a photo of Old Boy(o)s laughing merrily about the English Rugby team. Or perhaps it was VAR. I forget. I also forget what the landlady of the Tanners Arms in Defynnog said to me as I stood outside patiently waiting for 5pm opening. “Sorry, can’t open yet, had a bit of a… Continue reading ALL CHANGE AT THE USK & RAILWAY