UP TO THE TOR, DOWN TO THE 6X

Ooh, genuine tourist material for you. James and I, bonding on another Father-Son walking trip this week, agreed that THIS is Britain’s worst tourist attraction as we whizzed past it on the A303; Wouldn’t it be sensible if we moved those silly stones somewhere out of the way (South Dakota would be fine) so we… Continue reading UP TO THE TOR, DOWN TO THE 6X

HITCHIN CRAFT UNION CONSPIRACY SPECIAL

My first post from Hitchin met with some kickback by other people who couldn’t get away from it quick enough. So I’m back, bringing you more reports from the cutting-edge of craft beer. In some towns (Stockport, probably) there’d be a hipster with a microbrewery under every one of those canvases in the market square.… Continue reading HITCHIN CRAFT UNION CONSPIRACY SPECIAL

“You went all the way to Whitby and all you brought me back was an empty chip box !”

Oh, and some pictures of micropubs. One of them is in the railway station; it took me AGES to find it. Whitby was heaving on Sunday. “The busiest place I’ve seen since St Ives at Easter or York’s Shambles” I wrote in 2016, and it still holds. Perhaps Andover will acquire such heights of popularity now BRAPA… Continue reading “You went all the way to Whitby and all you brought me back was an empty chip box !”

“Let he who is without sin cast the first stone”. MASK FAILURES IN YORK

York, Scarborough, Whitby, A trio of really obscure places for you to finish North Yorkshire. On the route into York I thought I spotted BRAPA being escorted back home after his triumphant tickathon in Hampshire, but it was just a delivery of fancy goods. Here’s a nice Sam Smiths pubs for you, they really are… Continue reading “Let he who is without sin cast the first stone”. MASK FAILURES IN YORK