My March preview clearly had a sense of foreboding;
“Mid month, floods and plague permitting, I’ll be taking the new campervan for a run down in Dorset and Devon.” I wrote.
Events, dear boy. Events. Sunday the 15th saw my last pub. Who knows when the next will be ? And frankly, who but us cares ?
I then wrote;
“Gigs in Manchester tonight (Big Thief) and Hackney (Maria McKee) on the 31st with some local stuff in between.
I reckon the McKee album out this month will be a year’s highlight, and I’m sure you can’t wait for my track-by-track review.”
That Maria McKee record was, indeed, the saving grace of a traumatic month.
“And the lights on the bridge
William Blake and the grid
And the whisper room that winds around Saint Paul’s
Sir John Soane, found me in his parlor all alone
Weeping at the beauty of it all“ – Down to the Heart of London
It was great to make some inroads into Dumfries and Galloway, and finally tick Stranraer off my bucket list.
But nothing came close to the magic of Gloucester Cathedral.
I actually managed 27 new Guide pubs in the first two weeks, at least allowing me to finish Worcestershire in
That was Pub 4,108 of the current Guide. 90.7% and out.
Pub of the Month – The Grapes, Stranraer. Basic, buoyant, beautiful .
Beer of the Month – Draught Bass at the Imperial, Gloucester. A sentimental choice.
Good job bottled Doom Bar is so good, eh ?
One day at a time. Just like in the Lena Martell Number 1. Sorry, not the punk version.