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 ?
Staying in the Llanelli Travelodge for £40, rather than the £100+ being asked everywhere else in this crazy year, paid for my beer, my takeaway, and the therapy sessions needed after that Felinfoel pub. And the next morning I had time to do Llanelli justice. OK, perhaps 8am Saturday morning isn’t the best time to… Continue reading LLANELLI BEFORE BREAKFAST
I really should have saved that Felinfowl ? blog title for this one. #Amateur Always nice to bring you a picture of an actual brewery on what some claim is a beer blog, even if that brewery has a reputation somewhere below Arkells. In the local park, a statue commemorates someone erroneously picking up a… Continue reading PLEASE TAKE ONE – FELINFOEL FREEBIES
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
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
I know my readers will expect eloquence from me in these difficult times but I’ve just completed the Ticking of the Channel Islands, something even the Germans didn’t manage, and am celebrating with Herm on Doom Bar. Sorry. Doom Bar on Herm. Back to early May and another Welsh tick in the wilderness betwixt Llanelli… Continue reading A RED LION. ANOTHER ONE.
I took no notes, and few photos, but the Mansel Arms in Porthyrhyd in Carmarthenshire WAS a classic. Mrs RM parked up at 14:37 in the pub car park and raided the bag of cheese and pate from the village stores I’d already scoffed the Welsh cakes. There was already an Old Boy waiting patiently… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – THE MANSEL ARMS, PORTHYRHYD
The Welsh Wander lurched from Dylan Thomas land to the frankly undistinguished bit between Carmarthen and Llanelli. Five pubs for me (and you) here, and some seaside, and a cat. And Mrs RM’s lovely arm. Mrs RM was pleased to veer off the A48 towards the Smiths Arms in Foelgastell, or however you say it.… Continue reading WHEN YOU HAVE NOTHING TO SAY, JUST ADD A PICTURE OF A CAT
August 8th, 2027. Make a note of that date. That’s the day I’ll finally finish these posts from West Wales, a trip that’s now 3 weeks old. It was a great trip. Not just the ticks but a through exploration of hitherto unexplored pockets of coast not far from Dylan Thomas Land. Llansteffan (pop. 941)… Continue reading LLANSTEFFAN CASTLED
In the ’90s we made annual trips to Cardiff (top Balti) and beyond (less great curry) and fell a bit in love with Brain’s Bitter and Felinfoel Double Dragon. Felinfoel seems to have a reputation on a par with Arkells or Palmers these days, and having gone largely keg the GBG has little to do… Continue reading FELINFOUL ?