Time to go north, the Proper North where folk get home deliveries from Sainsbury and where locals can spell “kappachino” if not pronounce it. Yes, it’s York. Almost. At 13:00 I was in Waterbeach, probably sulking. By 15:55 I was parked up in the Heworth Inn, ten minutes walk from the walls, with a pint… Continue reading BOWIE & BOMBARDIER ON THE YORK BORDER
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MAY ’19 STOCKTAKE + JUNE PREVIEW
Pub cat – tick. Green beer at local beer festival – tick Black AND white pudding for breakfast- tick Yes, the three components essential for a great month. Oh, and this; I’m up to 20 May with the posts, so you’ve still got weird pubs with BRAPA, Welsh pubs with the Southworths, and Toby… Continue reading MAY ’19 STOCKTAKE + JUNE PREVIEW
YOU’LL NEVER GET BORED IN CHANDLER’S FORD
“I’ve been to Paradise, but I’ve never been to Chandlers Ford” sang Charlene in 1982. But could you tell the difference ? And what’s paradise if it’s not completing the Hampshire section of the GBG ? My first Guide pub in what I’d always assume was a suburb of Eastleigh. The shopping centre reminds me… Continue reading YOU’LL NEVER GET BORED IN CHANDLER’S FORD
SAINTS & SINNERS
Back down the M3 at the conclusion of the charity sale (total raised – £6,501) to conclude Hampshire. There would have been a mammoth FOUR new entries in Southampton, but one of the shiny and crafty by the Quayside had just closed. Shame. Still, a trio of newbies, including a Brewhouse & Kitchen, so we… Continue reading SAINTS & SINNERS
WARRINGTON – WOLVES & WOOLYBACKS
My last post before a trip to Maidenhead tonight. If anyone from the butt of Berks reads this it might be my last. I’m sure I look forward to the annual trip to Warrington as much as BRAPA. Sure, a new GBG pub in Widnes would be a BIG EVENT, but you get decent ale… Continue reading WARRINGTON – WOLVES & WOOLYBACKS
BLACK RAT, WHITE RAT, NO TAT
Students of GBG ticking (Open University, £9,250 p.a., cash only) will no doubt be intrigued by the variety of micropubs on this blog. Moretti and Leeds fans in Silsden, Laurel & Hardy and family-friendly in Bingley, but now back to tiny and beery in Thackley, close to the world-famous Idle Working Mens Club. Suburban… Continue reading BLACK RAT, WHITE RAT, NO TAT
BEWILDERED IN RE-BADGED BINGLEY
One of the occupational hazards for GBG completists is an “unintended revisit” to a pub ticked under a different name. You’d be surprised how often this happens, particularly when geographical listings are all over the shop. Belper Mark, a closet ticker that Si and I outed recently, uses postcodes in his own relational database, which… Continue reading BEWILDERED IN RE-BADGED BINGLEY
SILSDEN – MORE THAN GIANT ONIONS
More constant Cravens for you, as I make a rare trip to Silsden, which feels like all the best bits of Skipton with the pashminas and micropubs taken out. By “good bits” I mean cobbled streets like this one. If you think you’ve heard of Silsden it’s probably because of this record breaker. Sadly for… Continue reading SILSDEN – MORE THAN GIANT ONIONS
HA’WAY HAWORTH
Another short post for you to consume between meals. Or pints. I only know what’s next because my photos are in alphabetical order. After the Salopian adventures I had virtually a whole week away from pubs, selling essentials like these at our annual charity sale. Something for everyone, I’m sure you’ll agree. But I nipped… Continue reading HA’WAY HAWORTH
Real Ale’s in Little Wenlock
A micro post, with weird beers and high tables, but no fun. Just for Russ, who’s getting back in the swing of things, an apostrophe atrocity from the posh side of Telford, views of chimneys and all. The Huntsman has won loads of awards, apparently, though not for its spelling. I turned up to find… Continue reading Real Ale’s in Little Wenlock