The campervan is getting me out and about as I knock off the required 399 runs ticks in GBG20. If I had a mechanical liver like BRAPA (369 pints in Surrey this week) I might even have finished the Guide before the 2021 edition emerges in, er, May 2023. But with our house on the… Continue reading BREWDOG’S BEAUTIFUL BROCCOLI
Month: July 2020
LEOMINSTER GOES CRAFT (SORT OF)
Back in Leominster, changes happens slowly. It must be hard being Leominster, even with the marvellous revitalisation of the Chequers, last year’s tick. 25 minutes up the A49 you have the pashminas and prettiness of Ludlow, 25 down the road you have Barrels and a giant map. But with a squint and a bit of sunshine… Continue reading LEOMINSTER GOES CRAFT (SORT OF)
MONKLAND CHEESE MEMORY JOGGER
Sorry, that pic is clickbait. I didn’t actually pop in Leominster’s Black Swan for a pint of Bass Carling. Their house beer is Swan Amber, which is nothing to do with the Proper Beer made in a factory in Wolves. We were in Leominster (again) because it had a car park we could stay overnight… Continue reading MONKLAND CHEESE MEMORY JOGGER
BISHOP’S CASTLE – A FINE OFFA
The second new GBG pub on our trip was what we tickers call “an irritating b****r“. Not just because Bishop’s Castle is tucked so far away from civilisation (well, Newtown). I just KNEW we’d been in the Castle Hotel before; we must have done the whole town (1,630 souls, six pubs, 347 coffee shops) back… Continue reading BISHOP’S CASTLE – A FINE OFFA
A LITTLE BIT OF MUCH WENLOCK
The rain is pitter patting down on my campervan, expertly parked in a country park in Chester-le-Street, and I’m bracing myself for a wet day in Northumberland. I blame Duncan, who’s brought his west coast rain down to overpower my sunshine. Here’s some brief highlights from last Saturday’s comfort break in Much Wenlock, which I… Continue reading A LITTLE BIT OF MUCH WENLOCK
A JACKFIELD JAUNT
Short post from a Wetherby car park. Hands up who knew where Jackfield is? On the Saturday I persuaded Mrs RM out for a jaunt round Jackfield before we headed south. The little map you get with Search for Sites tells you where to go to park your campervan, but fails to highlight the pubs.… Continue reading A JACKFIELD JAUNT
THE COALBROOKDALE
Paul asks why we didn’t go to the All Nations ? Have you seen Mrs RM’s shoes Paul ? It was 47 minutes to Madeley, 15 to the Coalbrookdale. Uphill. When I started visiting GBG pubs in the mid-90s the Coalbrookdale had just become the National Pub of the Year. We visited in ’97; CAMRA… Continue reading THE COALBROOKDALE
BLACK SHEEP ON THE IRON BRIDGE
To the bridge ! First stop here for a decade, and it was good to see the Friday evening daytrippers out in decent numbers, drawn by free parking and Holdens Bitter. Not quite the honeypot of Bewdley or Bilston, but there’s little better than a stroll over the Iron Bridge. And back again. Takes,… Continue reading BLACK SHEEP ON THE IRON BRIDGE
BEDLAM
Nope. Not THAT one in Beckenham, though BRAPA is dangerously close to the Surrey/South London borders at the moment. This is Bedlam Furnaces, where Mrs and I stuck our campervan on Friday night. So, another night of free parking and at least £50 saved on chintzy B & B, with this view mere minutes away.… Continue reading BEDLAM
HAPPY AS ****
Bonus post tonight, with Bass and Yellow Belly and bust diets. That nice man Curry Charles (I think the Charles is an alias) sent me home on Wednesday with a beer for Mrs RM. I think it’s the one with the controversial wrapping paper, which I’ve banned from here as my blog doesn’t like controversy.… Continue reading HAPPY AS ****
