Cornwall looks so close as you walk down from St Budeaux toward the Ferry House on the banks of the Tamar. If there’d been a little ferry boat I may have been tempted to make a return visit to the distinctive pub across the water, despite my strong aversion to all flags. See if you… Continue reading A VIEW TO THE UNION
Month: August 2019
A TRAIN ACROSS THE TAVY
Saturday was my big “Greater Plymouth” exploration day. A walk to St Budeaux, a train to Bere Ferrers, a ferry to Wilcove and a hop round Plymouth suburbs to make some serious (pink) dents into Page 116 of the Guide. So what of St Budeaux, I hear you ask ? Not a lot. Quite floral,… Continue reading A TRAIN ACROSS THE TAVY
PLYMOUTH PUBS ON THE HO HO HOE
Back to Plymouth from Totnes in time for a nightcap and Chinese takeaway from Lee’s (NCTSS 3.5) on a baking Thursday night. First a little stroll up Notte Street and the vast University District, which seems to be doing a grand job of preserving double entendre and fun pubs. I think I walked past four… Continue reading PLYMOUTH PUBS ON THE HO HO HOE
ALBERT
One left in Totnes, and at last a pub I’d feel comfortable taking Stafford Paul in. Despite the hanging baskets. There must be some normal people in Totnes, I thought. Sadly, they were all in the Seven Stars paying £4.35 a pint, and missing out on the traditional values of the Albert, whose custom… Continue reading ALBERT
£4.35 A PINT. £4.35!
I walked down Totnes High Street sulking about sour beer and shoddy service. “Be More Kind” said the voice in my head. Well, it is a lovely town. And the Royal Seven Stars is a stunner. Rather different from the Seven Stars of basic pub legend, or even the Falmouth Bass Haven. Not a seat… Continue reading £4.35 A PINT. £4.35!
INVISIBLE
“Invisible, you treat me like I’m invisible” I’ve no wish to start a “me too” post where you tell me your horror stories about being ignored at the bar (oh, go on then), but my mood didn’t improve at Totnes Pub No. 2 when I realised that Old Fat Bald Blokes are actually not noticeable… Continue reading INVISIBLE
BE MORE KIND (TO TOTNES)
I pray I have no readers in Totnes, which may just have edged out Maidenhead as my least favourite place on earth. I’d say it’s my Bete Noir but I can’t find the button to put the little hat on the first “e“, and I know how you fuss over such things. Three weeks ago… Continue reading BE MORE KIND (TO TOTNES)
A TEIGNMOUTH TRIBUTE
Last up in Teignmouth was the “community” pub. Every proper small town has a place like the Brass Monkey, along with the “beer” pub like the Anchor and a Conservative Club playing Madness hits. And a Spoons with palm trees on the roof top, of course. The Jolie was well named, and heaving, and… Continue reading A TEIGNMOUTH TRIBUTE
FISHTANKS AND FUNERALS
You’re getting a lot of photos now that I’ve learnt how to take the Huawei mark off the bottom, and also because I know how much you love pictures of blokes in shorts at the bar. And I was learning to love Teignmouth a bit as I walked back to town from Sheldon. Floral but… Continue reading FISHTANKS AND FUNERALS
FERRY, CROSS THE TEIGN TO THE C.C.
A bit of tourism for you now, as I make the dangerous and epic journey across the Teign to Shaldon Conservative Club. I really couldn’t have picked a better week to do the Devon Dozen (actually nine, but do what); a gorgeous sunny day with enough gentlefolk visitors to keep the pumps ticking over. That’s… Continue reading FERRY, CROSS THE TEIGN TO THE C.C.
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