I hope Patrick of Bangor’s eponymous pub is coping, despite everything. This post is for him; the Southworths would love his boozer.
Four posts from Bangor in four years; possibly four more than Fiddler’s Dram actually managed.
“In 1979 that Fiddlers Dram single was one of the first ones I bought as a 14 year old punk, along with “Nuclear Device” “
Not the obvious base for your North West Wales wander, but I’m never one for the obvious.
Bring your trunks and you can swim to Beaumaris for the changing of the Bass at the Bull.
I recommend the University Management Centre for your overnighter; not as cheap as Newport or Plymouth but very comfy and with top WiFi.
Lovely hilly walks down to the Victorian pier with its historic Tap & Spile, one of a handful remaining in the UK.
The crowdfunding effort to extend the pier to Puffin Island has been unsuccessful, sadly.
A pleasant if functional city, which I seem to have skimped on recording properly on 3 visits, saving my film for the pubs.
The folk look a bit faceless based on Google Maps evidence.
Just as London IS the Royal Oak, Bangor IS Patrick’s.
One of those pubs that cater for everybody, whether you tip up at 3pm on Thursday,
or 11pm on a Sunday with a drunken Scotsman in search of Bass.
“We chatted local football, studentz and Bass, which is about 95.7% of life.
After two pints, at 23:12 I suggested we try the local artisan gin. Why’d we do this ?”
And if that (and the Spoons we dare not mention) isn’t enough, across the road from Patrick’s we found a student pub where they allow over-25s in at midnight on Sunday.
We were disappointed, nay, horrified when the Belle Vue failed to sneak into GBG20. If we’d known, we’d have skipped the cask and had a jug of Mojito cocktail.
You don’t get Sunday opening hours like this in Manchester.