Many of you have been in touch with me with special requests for this series of Welsh posts, which is sadly drawing to a close. The printable one reads; “Less silly pubs, more pictures of Duncan’s jumper” It was 8.30pm as we skated past St Brides Bay and the Havens en-route for St Ishmaels (not… Continue reading KEBABS IN CARDIGAN

TWO, count them, TWO pubs for you this time, as the Pubmeister attempts to make up for lost time and reach Stackpole before dark descended. Next up was Solva, famed anong Guardianistas for the harbourside pubs. But possibly not the roadside Royal George. Or Villa Giorgio as it appears to be known. You can see… Continue reading ROCH ON, PUBMEISTER

Following the lead of BRAPA, more short posts as I vainly attempt to catch up while using Devon internet. For you quiz fans, identify this pub…. The next pub on Duncan’s personal journey of self discovery took us to our smallest city (on some measures, he adds to avoid debate). By the time we reached… Continue reading PEMBROKESHIRE BASS LURE TOURNAMENT

Well, when someone else is driving you to drink you may as well fill your boots. I have to say, Duncan is a perfect passenger, never once demanding an emergency stop on the hard shoulder of the A428 A487. So it was that on our way to St Davids we were only mildly diverted to… Continue reading HIDDEN BASS IN LLANYCHAER

Onward to Maenclochog, which is easy for you to say. Middle of nowhere, and 3 days on camel from Pontfaen. Never heard of it, which just goes to show how much of the UK is undiscovered. Like Erith and Belverdere. It’s a village that lets its heritage decline naturally, I’ll say that. And you thought… Continue reading BENCH SEATS AND BAVARIAN N/A LAGER

Keep up ! Keep up ! Next stop on the great “Pubmeister Does All of Wales” was somewhere called Maenclochog, which sadly means something like “37 minutes from civilisation”. Before we got there, Duncan got a bit distracted… During that stop in Pontfaen, someone mentioned Rosebush, which I always thought was a Citizen Kane reference.… Continue reading TIN SHED

No, not that lot. We’re just the secret society of GBG tickers whose rules are shrouded in murky DIPA mystery. Duncan was telling me about other folk who are nearly as obsessed with the Guide as he and Simon are, but of course they don’t blog so they don’t count. Duncan’s next tick was just… Continue reading FREEMASONS

Some of the most expensive and bizarrely-named “Guest Ales” encountered on our West Wales Wander came at the Royal Oak in Newport, (Pembrokeshire, as opposed to the estimated 33 other Newports). A traditional local catering to the huge tourist trade that Wiki seems to think Newport gets, presumably pilgrims heading uphill to Pontfaen. Goodness, there’s… Continue reading SEWIN FOR PEACE IN NEWPORT (PEMBS)

Last time in Machynlleth (was it really 3 years ago), I raved about the Alternative Technology Centre and the chocolate ice cream. Sadly, the ice cream has gone. But it still feels like a town on its uppers, with lots of independent shops and a fair few day visitors from the Midlands. And further afield.… Continue reading FOLLOWING THE AMERICANS TO THE REAL ALE PUB IN MACHYNLLETH