BLOGGERS TIP: Never pass up the opportunity for alliteration, even when you’ve no actual pub to write about. Having failed to decide on lunch in Monkland (the Cheesesplaining incident), we stopped off at Leominster (NOTE : NOT pronounced Leo’s minster). past the point of caring about food provenance at 3pm. Leominster suffers a bit against… Continue reading A LATE LUNCH IN LEOMINSTER
Author: retiredmartin
Retired NHS, doing long walks around UK and the world to record the great bits. Focused on Good Beer Guide pubs and live music.
HEREFORDSHIRE BRONZE IN THE GOLDEN VALLEY
For completeness, a short review of the three pubs we visited in west Herefordshire to complete the county in the Beer Guide. Our ticking took us into the Golden Valley, strikingly highlighted on Bing Maps by the blue line from Ewyas Harold to Bredwardine. You may remember that Anthony Hopkins and Debra Winger pre-emptively… Continue reading HEREFORDSHIRE BRONZE IN THE GOLDEN VALLEY
TOP 100 PUBS – BARRELS, HEREFORD
Yes, No.288 in my Top 100 series. So sue me. A third visit here in ten years, and heaving every time. Given what I wrote last time about how quiet Hereford was on Thursday night, that probably says it all. To be honest, it was never a good idea to finish at Barrels, after two… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – BARRELS, HEREFORD
A HEREFORD HOP
Only one new Guide entry in Hereford, whose three GBG choices are slim pickings for a county town (there’s six in Tewkesbury, for comparison). But quality over quantity; I’d given previous entries high marks for beer and pubbiness. And this is a town that knows how to celebrate promotion from the Evo Stik League South.… Continue reading A HEREFORD HOP
POETRY LIES IN THE LION OF LEDBURY
Mrs RM has just started an assignment in Northampton. She’s probably in the Rifle Drum with a pint of Fosters as I wrote this* Before she started I took her on a night out in Hereford, which possibly wasn’t top of her Bucket List but there you go. Getting close to a REAL classic pub… Continue reading POETRY LIES IN THE LION OF LEDBURY
WELL I HOPE BRAPA-MAN WILL REMEMBER, A SOUTHERN CAMRA MAN DON’T NEED HIM AROUND ANYHOW
Perhaps my longest blog title so far. Russ will know. And perhaps Simon will do a response to my response to his blog about Cambridge pubs. Of course, it’s custom and practice for pub bloggers to slag off the local pubs of each other’s home towns, unless they’re visiting Stockport, of course. But, as… Continue reading WELL I HOPE BRAPA-MAN WILL REMEMBER, A SOUTHERN CAMRA MAN DON’T NEED HIM AROUND ANYHOW
A NIGHT ON NICKEY NACKEY LANE
You’ll know how I love an accommodation bargain. Not much chance of that in York, where £30 will buy you a night in BRAPA’s man-shed* (if you wash up), but a great deal at the Jolly Sailor in Cawood on the Ouse. Just 387,000 Wetherspoons plates stacked end-to-end from Selby. It’s a particularly pretty… Continue reading A NIGHT ON NICKEY NACKEY LANE
SOME LIKE IT HOT – COOL BEER NEAR DRAX
Selby gets a bad press from pub bloggers, apart from me and BRAPA; goodness knows what R. Coldwell Esq makes of it. It helps if you like power stations. Drax is the star round here, an “Angel of the North” for the M62 east, if you like. But my Beer Guide tick takes me to… Continue reading SOME LIKE IT HOT – COOL BEER NEAR DRAX
WALKING THE YORK
That’s York. Rubbish, isn’t it ? No wonder BRAPA jumps on a train out of town every weekend. I heard more folk moaning about the railways today. No idea why, there’s at least one direct train daily between Selby and York, and some of them get there the same day. They probably moan about how… Continue reading WALKING THE YORK
SORRY
That was our lot in Glasgow, but as you’ll see below the sun never sets on Glasgow at the end of June. Iron and Wine come from the complex but delicate end of Americana; the Old Boys in the Laurieston would probably approve. Even if they wouldn’t recognise their most famous tune (PARENTAL ADVISORY:… Continue reading SORRY
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