I didn’t expect to be heading back to Codsall so soon. In late 2019 this small Staffs village on the edge of Wolverhampton was the unlikely starting point for a memorable Old Codgers trip to Shifnal. One thing Old Codgers don’t do is search out artisan places for late lunch, but that was my priority… Continue reading BROCCOLI STEMS, LOVE & LIQUOR IN CODSALL
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DOES IPSWICH PACK A SUFFOLK PUNCH ?
I visited my parents from Monday to Wednesday to take my Dad out to garden centre to buy plant spray and fix the Virgin remote control with too many buttons on it. Visiting early in the week means half the pubs are shut, of course, but I did find one GBG newbie in Ipswich. In… Continue reading DOES IPSWICH PACK A SUFFOLK PUNCH ?
STILTON – STILL A BIG CHEESE ?
I know how much you all like these non-pub posts of obscure Cambridgeshire villages, so here’s my rest stop last Monday in Stilton, the biggest even in Stilton since the A1 bypass opened in 1958 (a year you were still allowed to barge a goalie into the net). I’ve never been to a pub in… Continue reading STILTON – STILL A BIG CHEESE ?
THE MEDIUM SHIRAZ TRADE IN OVERTON IS BACK
Last Sunday morning I was planning the journey home from the Premier Inn at Southampton Airport. The journey back looked startlingly straight, and not just on foot; the A34 really is a marvellous road. 40 minutes after leaving Southampton we were parked up in Overton, whose new GBG pub has defeated me a fortnight earlier.… Continue reading THE MEDIUM SHIRAZ TRADE IN OVERTON IS BACK
OH WHEN THE SAINTS, GO MARCHING IN
I’ve no idea why you’d want to see the pics from the Saints v City match but since I’m paid by the pound here they are. Some people would have headed to the Old Classics after the two ticks, before heading to the match. I just popped in the Giddy Bridge, packed with 270 City… Continue reading OH WHEN THE SAINTS, GO MARCHING IN
OI !
My second Southampton tick didn’t require a reservation. Deep in the heart of studentville, Beards & Boards is in the heart of Southampton’s bar quarter, near the ancient French & Son. “Craft, Beer, Cider” it says, a GBG cert, especially with the punk welcome. No, UB40 and Green Day aren’t punk. Do I care ?… Continue reading OI !
MY RESERVATION EXPIRES
“A reserved sign, RetiredMartin ! Again !“. Hear me out. A week ago we were battling the closed M27 from Portsmouth to Southampton, which is officially “The Worst Way To Spend Two Hours In Britain“. I was delighted with my destination, a 37th Premier Inn of the year at Southampton Airport. £35, free parking, a… Continue reading MY RESERVATION EXPIRES
POSH POMPEY, ACROSS THE WATER
On Day 4 of the Great Southern Saunter we left Newhaven to regroup in Southampton. One stop on route, to tick the tricky Cormorant on Portchester. I do like a new place to explore with my tick, and Portchester in the posh bit of Pompey ticks that box. At the end of the road leading… Continue reading POSH POMPEY, ACROSS THE WATER
FLYING FISH, NEWHAVEN. A CRACKER.
Back at Newhaven Premier Inn I considered my ticking options. I’d fancied a 90 minutes trip east to visit 3 pubs in Hastings and Bexhill, but Mrs RM reckoned we should do something local. Local ! NOT in the Beer Guide ? What, like the Brewer’s Fayre next door ? Calm down, calm down. There… Continue reading FLYING FISH, NEWHAVEN. A CRACKER.
WEST SUSSEX HAS FALLEN IN EAST GRINSTEAD
On the Friday we collected the campervan, which had been cold and lonely overnight in Horsham, and were given long, immediately forgotten instructions about straps. To celebrate, we popped into East Grinstead on the way back to Newhaven, allowing me to complete West Sussex GBG entries for another year at the Engine Room. I’d been… Continue reading WEST SUSSEX HAS FALLEN IN EAST GRINSTEAD
