A BIRTHDAY LUNCH IN BWLCHGWYN

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22 December 2019

Oooh, scary. Charles II was pretty much the same age when he died as I was when I tipped up on my birthday lunch in Bwlchgwyn, which is easy for you to say.

Scenic views over to the Racecourse Ground, where I saw Cambridge lose 5-0 in successive years in the ’00s (thanks @MattyWebber88)

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Note viewpoint

More information on the village is available near the viewpoint, though I suggest that apart from Duncan I Am Bwlchgwyn’s Only Tourist, which sounds like a Reader’s Digest article from the ’80s.

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Treasure trove

Another gorgeous day. Rearrange the following words; “sun”, “the”, “on”, “always”, “shines”, “righteous”, “the”.

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PROOF it doesn’t always rain in Wales

I don’t know what this says about my son Matt, who has been complaining incessantly about Manchester rain. It’s his punishment for drinking Punk and Shipyard in the Paramount.

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I follow the tractor to the King’s Head.

One sign (top) suggests Hydes, the cheeky one on the wall apes Greene King,

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Nicely done

But it’s a free house, a very shiny one. Mainly dining trade, but not a hint of reservations or pretense.

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Shiny

Lovely staff, cheery atmosphere and (it transpired) a great lunch.

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No idea why I took this

As I always like to dine exotically on my birthday, I picked the liver and onions and mash, and found a table where I could eavesdrop on local conversations about the National Conference and identify the dreadful Christmas music.

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“Fancy A Nibble”
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NL&BSS 4

The local Big Hand was cool, crisp and “left a kick at the back of the throat“. I actually wrote that; it’s part of my audition for Beer Twitter.

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NBSS 3.5/4

The Big Hand Alehouse in Chester is one of my last GBG ticks for that county, hope it’s this good.

I identified the dreadful Christmas toon as Jose Maria Chan, a Welsh quarry worker from these part, and set off to explore those very quarries with a song in my heart and a full tummy.

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Love walks with high hedges
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Gorgeous

Wrexham/Wrecsam really in underrated, you know.

There is no finer place to see two ponies nuzzling up in the world. Except perhaps New Brighton, where I headed next.

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6 thoughts on “A BIRTHDAY LUNCH IN BWLCHGWYN

  1. Blimey, not a single vowel to be seen in that forest of Welsh consonants. At such close proximity that Rover badge looks like a pump clip, but I don’t reckon I’d fancy trying a pint of “Rover 45” – Long past its heyday and a questionable proposition even then.

    “It’s his punishment for drinking Punk and Shipyard in the Paramount.”
    I was disappointed when I found that they’d taken Lees MPA off the keg taps in there.

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