The problem with pub crawls, and I blame this entirely on Will, is that it never stops at two, does it ? I’d been walking past the Three Tuns since we arrived in Sheffield, it’s on the marching route to the station (Google Maps says 43 minutes, actually 29). It was in the GBG 20… Continue reading FINALLY, THE THREE TUNS
Month: February 2022
“TASTES LIKE ONION”
You’ll probably guess my pet hate is people who can’t make an instant decision. I blame choice, no-one had to make a decision when all pubs just served “Bitter” and ready salted. I even know some people who want to see a menu is a restaurant before ordering ! (it’s my Mum). Luckily, Will is… Continue reading “TASTES LIKE ONION”
“Fancy a pint ?”
Yesterday afternoon I was feeling a bit down, by my usual permanently upbeat standards. Storm Eunice was heading to the same place as me (the Ibis Budget in Newport and then across the Severn to Bath) and as it turns out all Welsh trains were cancelled, so if I’d travelled I’d have been stuck for… Continue reading “Fancy a pint ?”
THE UP-TO-DATE WITH THE BLOG AT LAST POST
Just like BRAPA, I’m up-to-date on the blog. Good news, and bad news, as I always like to have something to write about. I’m sure you’ll give me some ideas. A year ago, I was getting good blog views for “Guess the Pub” as we were in the middle of Lockdown 2/3. This was the… Continue reading THE UP-TO-DATE WITH THE BLOG AT LAST POST
BRID ON THE BRINK
Bridlington comes slightly out of order, since the Alex in Hull was actually my last East Yorkshire tick. A week later, a Yorkshire Wolds branch formed a breakaway from their Humberside host. This is where I get geographically lost, as ““The group’s area will basically be a line from Hornsea to Driffield and through Wetwang… Continue reading BRID ON THE BRINK
WEAVING INTO WRENBURY
Another day, another county falls. With Covid cutting the churn, that only meant five newbies this year, but the last of them is, excitingly, deep in the heart of South Cheshire farming country next to the River Weaver. Perhaps Peter Allen got this far north on hid canal trips ? This is the architectural highlight… Continue reading WEAVING INTO WRENBURY
CONFUSED BY PALINDROMES IN COTTERIDGE
The geography of Birmingham gets wonderfully complex around Bournville ward. I’m sure the Ember Inn nearest Cadbury World (which is probably what visitors call the area) was marked as King’s Heath (or is it King’s Norton ?), or was it Selly Oak, which is the Parliamentary constituency ? Anyhow, Stirchley is it’s own ward, but… Continue reading CONFUSED BY PALINDROMES IN COTTERIDGE
BOURNVILLE
Peter Allen lived in Stirchley, and during Lockdown he produced a lovely guide to the village/ward/suburb and it’s main drag, voted one of the coolest neighbourhoods in the UK in 2020. In a small tribute to Peter I took a wander from Cadbury World to Maggie’s Munchies before the hearse set off from the legendary… Continue reading BOURNVILLE
REMEMBERING PETER ALLEN
I’m just back from celebrating the life of Peter Allen in his adopted and much loved home town of Birmingham. South Brum, importantly, not far from Cadbury World. Or the hills. It really was a celebration of life, with friends from his fascinating career and hobbies providing memories of Pete’s work, quizzes, love for Carling,… Continue reading REMEMBERING PETER ALLEN
PUBS v GARDEN CENTRES IN THE FENS
My weekly trip “home” to Waterbeach is centred on getting Dad out of the house so he can stock up on new seeds and socks at the garden centre in Horningsea, the “posh” village that’s about to get a sewage works from Milton. Residents are, understandably, thrilled. Leaving the door, Mum surprised me by saying… Continue reading PUBS v GARDEN CENTRES IN THE FENS
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