We awoke on the Thursday to find a nation rejoicing at the success of a nation in conquering the Danes, and Mrs RM celebrated by breaking a cup. In her defence, the B & B had a grand total of ONE power socket which made boiling a kettle whilst charging a phone tricky. Our host… Continue reading A BRECON BEACON
Month: July 2021
AVOIDING THE EURO SEMI-FINAL ON THE WELSH BORDER
According to official figures, over half the population DIDN’T watch the England matches, and you know I always take the majority view. Our Wednesday night stop at the Lower House (there’s only a lower, middle and upper) in Huntington was actually back over the border from Gladestry, in the area known as “Scary Herefordshire” i.e.… Continue reading AVOIDING THE EURO SEMI-FINAL ON THE WELSH BORDER
I’M FEELING GLADESTRY ALL OVER
AKA Dodging Duncan. This post from Euro Semi-Final day feels more interminable than the Final itself by now, but we brought it to a close near Gladestry at the end of the Hergest Ridge in what Real County Enthusiasts know as Radnorshire. Not many people are aware that Hergest is named after the “difficult” sophomore… Continue reading I’M FEELING GLADESTRY ALL OVER
OFFA’S DYKE
It’s always exciting to enter a new principality country, and the A49 (and a scary Roman road near Craven Arms) weaves its way via lovely South Shropshire to the Welsh border. Mrs RM decided to have a sleep in Knighton car park, allowing me to reacquaint myself with Offa’s Dyke and a town of 3,172… Continue reading OFFA’S DYKE
UP AND DOWN THE LONG MYND
That carb overload on Tuesday night came back to haunt us the next morning as we headed into the Shropshire Hills for an ambitious assault on the Long Mynd. By extraordinary coincidence, there’s a new GBG pub at the foot of the Long Mynd in Church Stretton. Even more astonishingly, it will be the FIRST… Continue reading UP AND DOWN THE LONG MYND
SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW (NEAR STAFFORD)
A rare night in a chain hotel followed, as we stumped up £40 for one of those Marston places on the A5 at Gailey between Stafford and Wolves. I can feel the jealousy of Paul Mudge as I write. The rooms are good value, better than Premier Inn, but how would the adjoining pub diner… Continue reading SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW (NEAR STAFFORD)
TWO ANDYS, ONE GREAT WYRLEY
Last Tuesday we set off west, like in the Village People song*, to Do Some Wales. Mrs RM, still “tired of pubs”, deigned to allow me a rare Staffordshire tick in Great Wyrley 20 minutes from our stop for the night. So, what’s great about Great Wyrley, halfway between Walsall and Cannock. Let the OS… Continue reading TWO ANDYS, ONE GREAT WYRLEY
HEAVEN IN THE HALLAMSHIRE HOUSE
Seven months in Sheffield, and there are STILL famous pub I’ve yet to (re)visit. After a few days recovering from BRAPA (3 months is recommended but 3 days had to suffice), I wandered down to Commonside for a 4pm Monday pint. Mrs RM was still in her “I’m tired of pubs” phase (it didn’t last),… Continue reading HEAVEN IN THE HALLAMSHIRE HOUSE
THE ONLY WAY IS ESSEX (TAXI FOR BRAPA)
I assume you’d want to see a bit of my Grand Tour of Essex, in which I deposit your pubbing hero (above) at the door of a boozer while locals stare, take his photo, and return 27.5 minutes later to see his level of deterioration. No ? Tough. I took him round four pubs about… Continue reading THE ONLY WAY IS ESSEX (TAXI FOR BRAPA)
JUST CHAMPION
You left me at 21:30 outside the Champion of the Thames on Cambridge’s once-mighty King Street, hoping I might nab a table and ensure BRAPA could have a pint in the city’s most proper of Proper Pubs, Is there anything more gorgeous than the light from within a Proper Pub ? Someone came out, I… Continue reading JUST CHAMPION
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