As a rule (oft broken) I reckon 300 words and ten (10) photos is plenty for a blog post. Pubmeister, Mudgie and Life After Football have similar principles.
Don’t tell BRAPA and Blackpool Jane, but I only look at their photos and do a word search for “Martin”, “Doom Bar” and “orange aero” when I sit down to read their marvellous blogs. In pub blog terms I am the Hans Christian Anderson to their Herman Melville and Vikram Seth. One day I shall retire from my retirement and read all of Simon’s 37,000 words from Hampshire.
So this post is sort of pub free, merely mopping up the highlights of my half hour walk from the Admiral Drake to the ferry for Gosport.
I can make a case that Portsmouth is one of the greatest cities on earth.
James has been doing a Grande Tour of Italy this last week, but I bet Rome or Florence can’t match the majesty of Portsmouth’s civic quarter.
Or its street art.
20 years ago Portsmouth’s pub seemed quite edgy, particularly around the aptly named Hard.
It feels a lot more upmarket now.
As always, I blame Fullerisation.
Anyway, I might do a Proper Pub crawl some day; perhaps Stafford Paul will join me.
For now, I head to the ferry for Gosport.
It looks magical, doesn’t it ?