Was it wrong to get the cleaner to pour my pint in Pumpsaint ?

There is (almost) nothing in life so good as an unexpectedly open pub door (only edged out by finding some uneaten crispy beef the next morning). Not only was it open, but the door to the Dolocauthi Arms was bright red. Yes, the National Trust-owned Dolaucothi invited me in. At 11:09 ! Mrs RM let… Continue reading Was it wrong to get the cleaner to pour my pint in Pumpsaint ?

STRADEY PARK

The Welsh Wander wobbled on, through Kidwelly (quaint) to Burry Port (oddly, not quaint) where Mrs RM kept the engine running while I nipped in the Ship Aground (packed with diners) for a half. No tables free, so a rich Gower Black Diamond (3.5) in the garden in the rain. #Hardcore It was still drizzling… Continue reading STRADEY PARK

FERRYSIDE

I’ve just been enjoying a pint or four with two Old Boys from Mangotsfield and North Watford who seemed astonished I could name a pub in their home towns. Being a GBG ticker is clearly the best way to financial ruin, self-actualisation and an encyclopaedic knowledge of the UK. I know more about Ferryside in… Continue reading FERRYSIDE