A whole week of Scottish posts and I still haven’t got to the Big Beery Breakfast Session with Stafford Paul. First, have some more Cupar photos from my morning pre-train stroll. Hopefully Citra can identify these flowers. Disappointingly, if understandably, WhatPub is bereft of details on the many keg bars like the the Station Bar… Continue reading TAK TENT O SMA THINGS
My last night in Scotland, and where better to end this trip of a lifetime than in Cupar. No, me neither. Three things brought me to Cupar. A cheap train to Edinburgh in the morning, a GBG pub and the simple fact I wasn’t paying £109 to stay in St Andrews. Not that my Sunday… Continue reading SUPER CUPAR
You left me in Anstruther with a tummy full of chips and GBG-pub coke and 20 minutes till the bus back to St Andrews. Could I find any real ale in the Boathouse “Beer & Wine Bar”. Yes, three of them. They could surely have lent one of those barrels to the Ship. This is… Continue reading SWITCHING TO KEG IN ST ANDREWS
Just back from a trek round the Isle of Wight which made me hate buses forever, and reminded me just how ill I felt on the trip round the Fife coast this month. Only a short hop from Crail to Anstruther though. This was going to be a highlight of the Big CAMRA Weekend (fringe… Continue reading ANGUISH IN ANSTRUTHER
Greetings from Southsea where I’ve just discovered two of the best pubs in the world are next to each other. Expect a report in a month or so. For now we are still in Fife, where I’ve just jumped off the 99 as I need a “comfort break” in lovely Crail, (pop. 1,812). Never heard… Continue reading THE ‘WELL CRUMBLE IN CRAIL
Enough of my whining about dull beer. Anyway “It’s real ale, it’s supposed to taste like that“. Here’s some “street” art. It was a joy to be alive, a joy to not be in Maidenhead, a joy to be visiting my third GBG pub in St Andrews at 11:54am. Yes folks, three before noon. Paul… Continue reading THE REDEMPTION OF ST ANDREWS
Might as well keep going; I want Russ to have something to correct read when he gets home. If I ever get to the end of the Scottish trip, there’s eight Black Country pubs and nine in the Peak District to write up. One of them a new classic. No classics at St Andrews,… Continue reading ALL THAT GLITTERS….