Better late than never, your contractually required highlights package for the coldest June in living memory.
Another month spent dashing between Manchester, Sheffield and Waterbeach,
with a bit of South Coast at the start and some continental action in the middle.
Only (only ?) 54 different pubs visited, and of those only 8 were new GBG ticks.
I guess this cask at Milan’s central market might be a preemptive tick,
goodness knows we’ll need all the real ale pumps we can get if the doom and gloom on CAMRA Discourse is justified.
I had some great cask in June, with great company in great pubs, and that’s all that counts.
The half hour I spent in the Circus with United fans and newly weds from Florida was as good as pubbing gets.
But the highlight came in two micronations, Liechtenstein
and San Marino lacking pubs but with beauty in spades.
Actually, San Marino, or at least the café at the cable car at the foot of it, also produced my Pub of the Month.
That San Marino rauch would have been beer of the month, too, but was pipped at the post by a more familiar old favourite.
Two great gigs from Bess Atwell and Kate Kirby, several excellent curries, and too many ill-advised Singapore rices from Sang Lung.
It’s 4 July, I’ve already been to Welshpool and Stafford, and surely it’s time to do some Scottish ticking again.
I can but hope.
retiredmartin 