Only a few left in Essex, perhaps the most consistent county for pubs in the GBG. But you knew that. And if you didn’t, the Leather Bottle in Pleshey is a mere 11.7 miles walk from Stansted Airport. You know you want to. Pleshey is one of those timeless villages that Mid Essex excels at;… Continue reading INTERRUPTING DELIVERIES IN PLESHEY
Month: February 2022
“And a bang on the ear”
Monday evening. I’d left Mum and Dad watching Emmerdale (a farming soap without farmers) for an hour to see what Cambridge was like before the weekend surge. The circular route took me back to the station from the Elm Tree, and over Parker’s Piece, home to the invention of the rules of football (US :… Continue reading “And a bang on the ear”
A MILD MONDAY IN CAMBRIDGE
Back home in Cambridge for a few days, with ambitions to clear some of those irritating unticked pubs in Essex and London. But Day 1 was a wash-out, literally, as Storm Franklin put paid to ALL trains from Waterbeach to London. Mind, it was worse in Rotherham; Never mind ticks then, I had to get… Continue reading A MILD MONDAY IN CAMBRIDGE
THOUGHTS ON BEER QUALITY POST-COVID
Not many bloggers write about quality because a) it’s subjective and b) you might upset your local pubs if you say the beer isn’t great (even if the pub is). But I can say what I like, because all my local pubs serve good to great beer, and they did in Cambridge too. OK, some… Continue reading THOUGHTS ON BEER QUALITY POST-COVID
“We never win at home and we never win away…”
Still 90 minutes till the late kick-off at the Etihad; the weather in Manchester had improved since I’d arrived (funny that) as I left the Lass O’ Gowrie for student-land. There are approximately 37,577 different routes to take to get to the Etihad, and I chose the one that went past the famous Vimto statue.… Continue reading “We never win at home and we never win away…”
ANOTHER FAMOUS LOO STOP
The train from Liverpool to Manchester was a joy. No Liverpool fans, no hen parties, and plenty of seats. I never knew you could get from Liverpool to Ely direct. Scary to think I was only one train journey away from BRAPA. Free entertainment came from a chap having a meltdown with his other half… Continue reading ANOTHER FAMOUS LOO STOP
TAKE THE FIRST TRAIN FROM LIME STREET
Back from Aigburth to Liverpool Central, to admire the station’s collection of independent stores and liver bird. With Merseyside ticked and half an hour till I could escape to Manchester, I contemplated which classic Liverpool pub I could nip in for a quick half. The blokes were at Anfield, and despite the drizzle the centre… Continue reading TAKE THE FIRST TRAIN FROM LIME STREET
MERSEYSIDE HAS FALLEN
Not literally fallen, though it was a bit blustery yesterday, and Matt was headed there last night so who knows ? The wind isn’t the biggest concern to Manchester City fans visiting Liverpool, of course; If Walton is really an Everton stronghold, then I can report that Toffees fans are rather more welcoming to visitors,… Continue reading MERSEYSIDE HAS FALLEN
EVERTONLAND
Some posts from yesterday to keep the blog up to date before storms or Putin intervene. Why oh why can’t they leave us alone ! Saturday is football day, with trains west from Sheffield full of plastic Scousers with no connection to the city hunting the glory. You don’t get that at Manchester Citeh, oh… Continue reading EVERTONLAND
BLACK STAR, BLIND MONKEY
Where were we ? Ah. The Three Tuns. I decided three pubs was enough for the night, leading to a furious debate about whether that alone could constitute “a pub crawl“. No, said Will, and he was my Pub Man of 2021 so I bow to his executive decision. I left Will to his craft… Continue reading BLACK STAR, BLIND MONKEY
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