
August 2026. Frome.

The pub blogging community is very tight knit and supportive.
Oxford Nick aka Prop Up The Bar has been receiving our counselling support since posting this photo on Tuesday;

I shall be stealing that Olivia Rodrigo reference for future blog titles (see also : Bad Idea, Right).
Kentish Paul had encountered some “sheep on the line” drama on his own heroic trip from Tonbridge (read here), so I left the group at Pub 4 on the big communal table to meet him at the station. “No marine will be left behind” said someone, enigmatically, perhaps a 4th pint talking.
I’m not sure he really needed me as pacesetter up the hill back into town, but I needed the walk,

and the sign seemed to be encouraging us as we arrived back at the Three Swans.

Back in 2017 I described this as “that rarity, a slightly upmarket boozer“.

all “tasteful” paintings,

solid features,

and troughs for urinals.

After that mammoth rail journey Paul’s first pint of Butcombe must have gone down as quickly as those Carlsbergs in Ice Cold in Alex.
Quite why I had a half is a mystery,

But I was glad of the self-restraint later.
Well, I’ve just enjoyed three well-kept pints of Donnington BB. At first taste they seemed to have things in common with GKIPA, but then – in matters of flavour – subjectively drifted towards a session version of the much-lauded-for-some-reason Sam Smiths OBB.
Since it’s been 37C in the locality of late, I think that this is not to be viewed trivially.
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I’m not entirely sure that taking me to a Coventy City theme pub on Wednesday counts as “counselling support”.
Some great pictures in this post – I’d forgotten the incredible fireplace and urinal in the White Swan.
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You looked like a man in need of a giant dose of Steve Ogrizovich, Nick.
Mrs RM just asked if I was going to recreate your photo.
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I think “no marine left behind” is about sending in two Black Hawks to rescue someone, then one of them gets shot down, so you send in a division of infantry and before you know it, it’s World War 3. So much easier to just walk down to Frome railway station and back.
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