“Have the real ale; we’re trying to get on to the next barrel !”

Back up to Durham, where I seemed to be stalking BRAPA, or perhaps vice versa. Half a dozen ticks, and a burning urge to return to Bishop Auckland. It’s not a rich town, but it has a richness of history and architecture and landscape few towns can match. And of course, it is the home… Continue reading “Have the real ale; we’re trying to get on to the next barrel !”

BLACK PUDDING IN OLD HILL, SAMOSAS IN SHELL CORNER

An exciting end to West Midlands GBG21, with two new micropubs in Microland, or north Halesowen/lower Dudley/whatever. Some lovely contours, and some great names. Mucklow Hill, Hill and Cakemore, Shell Corner. I love walking round places that are a bit indefinable; places that sell pies. I’m less enamoured by puns for pub names, but Wheelie… Continue reading BLACK PUDDING IN OLD HILL, SAMOSAS IN SHELL CORNER

Keep right on to the end of the road (just don’t expect cask)

I opted for the Royal George as a nightcap to my evening of Brummie GBG ticking. Some attractive housing estates on the way to St Andrews, and a mystery pub for Life After Football to identify. A mere sliced clearance behind the Railway Stand, not that our next pub celebrates any such cloggers; Was I… Continue reading Keep right on to the end of the road (just don’t expect cask)

BOLDMERE – HISTORIC SITE OF THE FIRST SPOONS VOUCHER OF 2021

A short journey to the mysterious Wylde Green, which has never featured in any pub blog, ever. But they have their own bears, respect for that. Back in January 2019, young BRAPA (42) visited the Spoons in Boldmere but forgot to tick the preemptive craft bar. Perhaps because it wasn’t open, a feeble excuse if… Continue reading BOLDMERE – HISTORIC SITE OF THE FIRST SPOONS VOUCHER OF 2021