9th September 2022. We’d ticked three of the Kirkwall Five, and our research confirmed the Auld Motor Hoose wasn’t closing any time soon, so let’s Do the Ola (a popular dance move in 1950s Orkney). The beer in St Ola wasn’t the best of the night (but still a cool NBSS 3), but I’ve rarely… Continue reading Despite Garth Brooks, the St. Ola in Kirkwall was a classic
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A SCAPA SPECIAL
9th September 2022 (still, obviously) The big night in Kirkwall, the day before the completion of the Good Beer Guide (what could possibly go wrong now ?). The Auld Motor Hoose left till later, the Ayre ticked with a half of foam, we now reached three (3) GBG entries IN A ROW. This is what… Continue reading A SCAPA SPECIAL
KICKING OFF IN KIRKWALL
Look who we met today ! Yes, it’s Colin the Cauliflower (in back pack) and his “friend” Simon. What a joy to bump unexpectedly into BRAPA when you’re minding your own business in Kent. Simon and I compared progress on our respective blog; BRAPA will report to you in December, my post in December (’23).… Continue reading KICKING OFF IN KIRKWALL
SAY “YES” TO YESNABY
Before I start, a big “Thanks !” to reader “Pauline” from Greater Maidstone. Although she couldn’t meet me in my chosen GBG pub today on account of there being pashminas to wash, she very kindly visited it to confirm I wouldn’t get stabbed. Let that be an example to you all. Back to the blog… Continue reading SAY “YES” TO YESNABY
JO’G ON
John O’ Groats ? JO’G on ? Geddit ? 9th September 2022. We left Wick to its anguish of a doomed Spoons (“When you have lost your Wetherspoons, drown your empty selves, for you have lost the last of England Scotland“) and forty-two minutes later we’d reached the top of mainland Great Britain, though of course a pedant an expert will tell… Continue reading JO’G ON
AT MY WICK’S END
Friday 9th September 2022. Anyone following the blog will have noticed that this is the day it went completely to pot. From a measured count-down that had started with the final 22 ticks, to utter chaos in the Orkneys. I DID manage to produce a little post about the Spoons in Wick, written in 10… Continue reading AT MY WICK’S END
WHAT WERE YOU DOING ON 8 SEPTEMBER 2022 ?
I was driving 460 miles from Waterbeach to Kingussie ahead of the biggest weekend of my life. We’d brought Dad home on the Tuesday, made sure he was well fed that night, and even did a bit of tidying in the garden the next day. I love my parents’ company, but I struggle with the… Continue reading WHAT WERE YOU DOING ON 8 SEPTEMBER 2022 ?
MORE MILTON MAGIC AT THE QUEEN EDITH
With Dad comfortable back home in his armchair watching “Pointless” (Google it, Americans), I popped back to Addenbrookes to pick up some new pills. The hospital occupies a giant treatment and medical research site (now incorporating Papworth) on the southern edge of Cambridge, in what is pretty much a pub desert. But the only pub… Continue reading MORE MILTON MAGIC AT THE QUEEN EDITH
ANGUISH AND REDEMPTION IN LARMER TREE GARDENS
1 September at End of the Road has started well enough, but before the music had even started I received the call from Sis to say that was in Addenbrookes, prompting an anguised dash back along the M3/M25 to Waterbeach, leaving Mrs RM and James to fend for themselves in a field in Dorset. Friday,… Continue reading ANGUISH AND REDEMPTION IN LARMER TREE GARDENS
THE TRADITIONAL CRAWL FROM END OF THE ROAD TO THE MUSEUM GAINS A NEW ADHERANT
As you’d expect, I’m a big fan of custom and tradition. I ALWAYS spend exactly the same amount on Christmas presents each year, I ALWAYS forget our wedding anniversary and I ALWAYS go for the strongest beer at IndyMan assuming all thirds are priced the same Yes, I’m a creature of habit. So when we… Continue reading THE TRADITIONAL CRAWL FROM END OF THE ROAD TO THE MUSEUM GAINS A NEW ADHERANT
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