Simon has been practising his alliteration in the Wolds this week as he attempts to beat me to finish North Yorkshire (Spoiler : He fails). Just down the road below Malton from the “posh old gastro” of Burythorpe lies the Cross Keys in Thixendale GBG entry that has eluded me for decades. It’s a few… Continue reading ALL HAIL THIXENDALE

Wow. Just when you think you’ve seen all the great pubs in the UK, one comes along that no-one has ever told you about.  Even the people who live in the same county. To be fair, Si hasn’t been to the Station Hotel in Loftus yet.  He may never leave. I’m already planning a return… Continue reading SOOTY HIDES THE BASS AT LOFTUS-PEAK

Sadly, it’s too hot for me to do my night in Gifford today, and Scott tells me that Scotland is burning anyway. So I’m stuck in Waterbeach listening to England wallop Ireland on TMS, and catching up with blogs. But don’t expect epic posts. Continuing along the coast from Whitby to Robin’s Hood Bay, the… Continue reading SITTING ON THE DOCK OF (ROBIN HOOD’S) BAY

I’ll take any opportunity to make Dick and Dave jealous. There’s few better ways to spend a couple of hours in this country than jostling past slow OAPs on the cobbled streets of Whitby. Honestly, even outside Goth Weekend it’s busier than central York these day. Even blatant capitalism (a coffee in Spoons is £1.80… Continue reading WHITBY, PEDIGREE, CHIPS

No, that’s not a comment on today’s events. Just a sample of the breweriana in lovely Scarborough‘s second new Guide entry. At least, this was my first time in the Tap & Spile, one of the last survivors of a once mighty chain. Actually, it wasn’t, was it ? In fact I’m struggling to remember… Continue reading 1997 AND ALL THAT

Too hot for long posts. I may escape to Scotland tomorrow where it’s cool. Anyway, a night in Scarborough. Always a treat, even more so with TWO new Guide pubs this year, neither of them micros. What a great name for a pub.  Sounds like an Antic in East London. Only GBG devotees would find… Continue reading BOYCOTT

Back in Cambridge, which looked awfully dull after 10 days in New York, and with my nearest GBG tick a long way away. I started the serious work of planning the next two months trips before GBG20 land on my doorstep much later than expected. Not to spoil the surprise too much, but this is… Continue reading NO FUSS ON THE FOSS

Mrs RM and the boys just wanted to go home.  Even though we all find Cambridge flat and boring and our DC apartment had a washing machine. I was ready to rejoin the great GBG adventure. Our lads were just hot and bothered, and our bus delayed by an hour at Union Station. Bolt Bus… Continue reading I’M SO BORED WITH THE USA

  Oh, looking at my photos (1,672 left to stick into blogs) it seems I succumbed to one more bar on that last day in Washington D.C. So I left the refinement of old D.C., for the brashness of the Pentagon City shopping arcade. You can see where I get the Milton Keynes analogy. I’d… Continue reading CHAMPPS @ PENTAGON CITY