A short post, purely for the puerile (and those who like pictures of thatched pubs). As we head into the last week of July a raid into Dorset starts near Puddletown, noted for the famous protests against working conditions 200 years ago. Less well known are the Piddletown Martyrs, a group of heroic pub tickers… Continue reading INTO THE PIDDLE VALLEY
Month: October 2022
NEW ROMNEY, NEW QUEUE
While I was out conquering chapters of the GBG in July, Mrs RM was in our new caravan in Rye Harbour tarting it up for letting out while we weren’t there. It’s the first step on the slippy road to capitalism, I guess. On my return from Glamorgan we set off to New Romney’s giant… Continue reading NEW ROMNEY, NEW QUEUE
BLESSED BE THE LAMB
Nearly three (3) months ago we were finally reacquainted with a portion of the Southworth clan as Joan and Dave made their first UK trio for three (3) years. No idea what held them up. Worryingly, they seemed to have gone all hipster and craft since 2019. So when we finally met up in Eastbourne,… Continue reading BLESSED BE THE LAMB
“But Ben Hyde SAID there were trains back to Ashford”
From Waterbeach to On The Beach. We headed down to Rye Harbour Clubhouse to enjoy a Saturday evening of burger and chips, John Smith Smooth, and a 70s disco. Never let it be said that Mrs RM doesn’t know how to live. In the morning, we made the first of no doubt dozens of rail… Continue reading “But Ben Hyde SAID there were trains back to Ashford”
THE “CUSTOMER FAVOURITE” IN WATERBEACH
I’ve been spending a fair bit of time “home” in Waterbeach recently. A man whizzing past on a bike shouted out “Congratulations on finishing the Beer Guide !” the other night (thanks Saimon), which cheered me up momentarily as I continue my come down from GBG completion (new one out in a week or so,… Continue reading THE “CUSTOMER FAVOURITE” IN WATERBEACH
GLAMORGAN HAD FALLEN
Young BRAPA is gorging on Gwent at the moment, so I know he’d want to see what a fully pinked Welsh county looks like. I completed Glamorgan back in July at one of the dullest pubs in the Guide, but a quick look at the OS extract for St Athan reveals hidden depths. Here, a… Continue reading GLAMORGAN HAD FALLEN
BASS AND CARLING BY THE JUG IN PORTHCAWL. BUT NOT FOR ME.
Closing in on the last knockings of Glamorgan now, with a trip to the Skegness of the West. Well, actually Porthcawl isn’t that exciting, so perhaps it’s more a Felixstowe. Does Felixstowe have a hotel with Bass ? The Lorelei had been taunting me for some years with itr’s offer of all day seaside hospitality… Continue reading BASS AND CARLING BY THE JUG IN PORTHCAWL. BUT NOT FOR ME.
PERSISTENCE PAYS OFF IN PENCOED
A reminder to those of you asking where all the close-ups of Welsh strict Methodist chapels from this trip are; sign up to be a Patronised reader to get that content. The Welsh week wasn’t entirely without fraught moment, the Little Penybont Arms in Pencoed deciding to be unexpectedly shut. After reading through the Facebook… Continue reading PERSISTENCE PAYS OFF IN PENCOED
14:08 : YSTALYFERA FEAR AT THE WERN FAWR
Yet ANOTHER Welsh village that only the Welsh can pronounce, and Wiki tells me that 1,812 of Ystalyfera’s population of 3,019 speak Welsh, so they’re fine. I know we need the big map to see where Ystalyfera lies, on the edge of the Valleys but a safe distance from That Merthyr, but it’s the Ordnance… Continue reading 14:08 : YSTALYFERA FEAR AT THE WERN FAWR
“Those were the days, my friend”. Pubbing Pontardawe.
The great mid-July conquering of Glamorgan continued with a trip to Pontardawe, which I have on occasion confused with Pontardulais, with disastrous results. I know you only read this rubbish to equip yourselves to visit obscure Swansea Valley towns, so you should know that Pontardawe is famed as the birthplace of this McCartney pro·tégé. Mary… Continue reading “Those were the days, my friend”. Pubbing Pontardawe.
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