Another benefit of “going home” is it gives me those shorter trips into London that made Waterbeach bearable. On the Wednesday, possibly in 1997 I’m so far behind, Mrs RM drove the campervan back to Sheffield and I took the 10:10 to King’s Cross. I know I mercilessly take the mick out of West London,… Continue reading BALHAM – GATEWAY TO THE SOUTH, AND MY LONDON GBG COMPLETION
Month: October 2021
A PLACE IN THE SUN
I’ve been travelling back “home” to Waterbeach once a week to check up on Mum and Dad, each time seemingly an attempt to avoid being force fed baked potato and cake. They seem OK, considering, and my main task is taking Dad out to a new garden centre to but plants. If he’d started ticking… Continue reading A PLACE IN THE SUN
A St. Albans Sunday Saunter
Just some nice photos of pubs for you this morning, to remind you of your duty to get out and save pubs today. Shamefully, we only stopped in Gail’s posh cafe for a flat white and this cake which we’ve become quite addicted to lately. We almost walked off the 477 calories walking from Verulamium… Continue reading A St. Albans Sunday Saunter
A DAY AT THE RACES
A real corker of a Home Counties neighbourhood pub to finish our weekend in Windsor. Hard to describe the Trooper, whose beer range is rather wider than Adnams but I cut out the other beers to fit in the Bass mirror. A bit like a less beery Cambridge Blue or (Stockport) Magnet, perhaps. The front… Continue reading A DAY AT THE RACES
A RAINY NIGHT IN WINDSOR
After two nights happy camping it was time for a hotel with a shower and posh biscuits. I surveyed the options on Booking.com. Only £38 for a night in Slough. And “very poor” isn’t THAT bad, is it ? In truth, nothing appealed, so we stuck the van in the riverside car park overnight and… Continue reading A RAINY NIGHT IN WINDSOR
SO, DOES BOVINGDON’S BELL REDEEM HERTS ? I’M TORN.
I love that photo. Hard to describe why, but it just says “Proper Pub” to me. Bloke in suit drinking a pint while watching Natalie Imbruglia’s “Torn” ins a classic upmarket Hertfordshire boozer. “But what’s he drinking ?” you ask, missing the point. My last tick for Herts is the Bell in Bovingdon, one of… Continue reading SO, DOES BOVINGDON’S BELL REDEEM HERTS ? I’M TORN.
A BOLT INTO THE BULL AT BERKHAMSTED
I’m sure you think us pub tickers are all the best of mates, perhaps living in a big communal house in Maltby and sharing lifts and mascots. Not at all. I dispute the questionable ticks of my fellow Pub Men (keg is NOT a tick) and grimace when I read of BRAPA beating me to… Continue reading A BOLT INTO THE BULL AT BERKHAMSTED
ALL BUCKED UP – A TALE OF GBG COUNTY COMPLETION IN GREAT MISSENDEN
Right, time to finish Bucks. Only nine new entries out of fifty-four, par for the course, and the usual mix of gentrified dining pubs and gentrified dining pubs. Not the last one, though. The George Ale House in Great Missenden replaces the “Pub & Kitchen” Cross Keys in the GBG, and brings the first bit… Continue reading ALL BUCKED UP – A TALE OF GBG COUNTY COMPLETION IN GREAT MISSENDEN
AN INSTRAGRAMMABLE TIME IN THAME
Another post without a pint; I’m practically killing pubs ! From Brill we travelled to Thame for breakfast. Mrs RM didn’t even need a Spoons to work in, so we could actually choose somewhere decent. Thame is a Home Counties cliche. We parked in Waitrose, next to the Churchill retirement homes, and passed a note… Continue reading AN INSTRAGRAMMABLE TIME IN THAME
IT’S BRILL
On to our FREE camping pitch for the night, the car park for Brill Windmill (and the Pheasant Inn, truth be told). I think we win “Best Free View From A Campervan” this month. How many people know about Brill Windmill ? Not a lot, I’d wager. I’ve been telling Mrs RM for years it’s… Continue reading IT’S BRILL
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