“New York, London (Gatwick), Powys, Lowick. Everybody talk about…my next tick” With apologies to M, that was my July, starting at JFK Airport and ending on Offa’s Dyke, with stops on Hadrian’s Wall and the Plymouth Barbican on the way. The usual month of contrasts in the posts, from dystopian Brooklyn, to post-dystopian donner… Continue reading JULY ’19 STOCKTAKE + AUGUST PREVIEW

Yes, the Huawei watermark has gone. What can it all mean ? Back to Thursday night, which was busier than a New Year’s Eve in Maidenhead (I speak from painful experience). And rather more attractive. What do you do on a Thursday night after a session on the Bass, anyway ? Make a poor choice… Continue reading THURSDAY NIGHT IS CURRY NIGHT

At last, you say, a pub I’ve heard of. Actually, the Dolphin is Plymouth, in the same way that Coopers is Burton and the Ale Wagon is Leicester, in a world where towns are defined by pubs. It had been 22 years since I’d set foot in the Dolphin. 22 ! That’s odd, as I… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – THE DOLPHIN HOTEL, PLYMOUTH