“CHICKEN IN A BASKET” REACHES SHEFFIELD

There were two (2) weeks between the last ticks in England and Wales and the resumption of the assault on the Beer Guide in the Scottish Highlands and Islands. Those two weeks were agony, if I’m honest, each day increasing the chances of family drama (of which, less later) or illness or “Winter” hours intervening.… Continue reading “CHICKEN IN A BASKET” REACHES SHEFFIELD

LEARNING (UNDER DURESS) TO LOVE COUNTRY MUSIC IN HAVERFORDWEST

Back to mid August, with the whole of Wales ticked and England about to fall I was about to enter the most exciting period of my life. I know you’re supposed to say the birth of your children is the most exciting time, but why lie to you now ? The GBG is laid out… Continue reading LEARNING (UNDER DURESS) TO LOVE COUNTRY MUSIC IN HAVERFORDWEST

PAPER PUMPCLIPS = PROPER PUBS IN CROES-GOCH

Heading towards the finish line of Wales GBG ticks in August, but with a hurdle in front of us. Would I survive the gentrification and pashmina overload of Solva, the broadsheet readers’ favourite. Well, the creek was a bit Swallows & Amazons, but the Cambrian was just a well-run bistro dining pub with good local… Continue reading PAPER PUMPCLIPS = PROPER PUBS IN CROES-GOCH

“Please do not approach the bar”. Saundersfoot lays down the law.

Summer by the seaside. Can’t beat it. Unless you’re a ticker when a wet winter Wednesday in Wednesfield is wonderful. Saundersfoot isn’t quite Tenby, but it looked pretty special on the descent to the beach. If Tenby is the Welsh Whitby, then Saundersfoot is its Filey, I guess. Nowt wrong with Filey, as Richard Coldwell… Continue reading “Please do not approach the bar”. Saundersfoot lays down the law.