Well, you can’t walk six (6) miles to the Mumbles and NOT have a Bass at the Pilot, can you ? The Pilot is closer in feel to the tightly knit streets rising to the hills than the smart new bistros lining the sea, and looked absolutely gorgeous as the sun set over Swansea Bay.… Continue reading (STILL) A TOP 100 PUB – THE PILOT IN MUMBLES NAILS IT
Month: October 2022
SUNSET OVER THE MUMBLES
Blimey, we live in a beautiful country, don’t we ? Or perhaps I just got lucky with the sunshine this summer as I homed in on GBG glory. The walk from Swansea Uni to the Mumbles in mid-July was as good as it got, particularly with a Bass stop on the way. This is what… Continue reading SUNSET OVER THE MUMBLES
WELSH BASS ALERT
See how it glows ! Ian “Bassman” Thurman deserves some sort of award, perhaps a rescued Bass glass, for his tireless work in documenting Bass availability across the nation. Over recent years I’ve come across more Bass in Welsh GBG ticks than anywhere, with a lot of those Derbyshire pubs that Life After Football visits… Continue reading WELSH BASS ALERT
DON’T BE COY ABOUT COYTRAHEN
Welsh pubs may not always be open, but at least in Glamorgan they’re often an uphill walk away from a railway station with at least one train a day. Coytrahen doesn’t trouble Wikipedia, which makes me wonder what my occasional £3 donations are for, so I suspect the Nicholls Arms is its highlight. A Cardiff… Continue reading DON’T BE COY ABOUT COYTRAHEN
PONTYPRIDD, NOT MUCH MORE THAN A QUID
BRAPA is currently terrorising South Wales on his “Gwenty’s Plenty” tour, an attempt to squeeze 20 pints into a week without getting distracted by Newports cultural offer. Back in July I was tormented by the nagging suspicion I’d already been to my Pontypridd target. In 2014, just before my birthday (22/12) I’d spent a terrific… Continue reading PONTYPRIDD, NOT MUCH MORE THAN A QUID
BRACE YOURSELF, IT’S THE VALE OF GLAMORGAN
Before I take you back to the heatwave of July, Mrs RM has asked that I introduced you to Alfie the Alpaca, the newest member of our family. Baa Baa Toure has been bringing Alfie* up-to-date on the house rules, which can be summed up as “Cup of tea and chocolate for Mrs RM, on… Continue reading BRACE YOURSELF, IT’S THE VALE OF GLAMORGAN
What were YOU doing on the hottest day EVER (EVER)
I’m curating this blog using photos taken the best part of three (3) months ago, and wondering what on earth to tell you. But as it’s a diary, you ought to know that on the hottest day in UK history I was in a pub. Not by choice, oh no. Look at this message exchange… Continue reading What were YOU doing on the hottest day EVER (EVER)
HIGH VIS, HIGH HOPES & HORLICKS IN ILMINSTER
Matthew didn’t do Indy Man yesterday, but he did send me his musical tip for the month, another load of old (old = over 21) punks with tunes. A blend of the Manics, Stone Roses and The Cult, I reckon. I left you towards the end of my week in the West Country, on the… Continue reading HIGH VIS, HIGH HOPES & HORLICKS IN ILMINSTER
HOMEBREW TO RIVAL DONNINGTON IN SEAVINGTON
Not only was I closing in on Devon, but July would also see the end of Somerset in sight. Nice county, from coast to the levels to the scruffy market towns, and I used the Best Western three (3) times in 3 weeks. They’ve named the bridal suite after me. You’ll have forgotten, but a… Continue reading HOMEBREW TO RIVAL DONNINGTON IN SEAVINGTON
A HONITON HOLT
Important domestic news before we head back to July. Our sloping garden has nearly been unsloped and we will soon have actual grass. Not sure what we do with it, but hey-ho. In mid-July a rejuvenated Retired Martin was tackling another of the tricky Devon ticks, the Holt offering limited hours, and feeling very much… Continue reading A HONITON HOLT
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