I woke to the sound of birds urging me westwards into the mysterious lands of East (or is it West, forgot my compass) Devon on an 8th day of South-West ticking this crazy summer. Mrs RM wanted me home to mow the lawn before another of those infernal house viewings, but this was BUSINESS. Baa… Continue reading HAWAIIAN SHIRTS BY THE OTTER
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SUDS BUT NO SOUL
A lovely pub garden in bucolic Dorset countryside leading down to the river (for five points, name it), and a pint of local Palmer’s finest served cool with a foamy head and lacings as enduring as the Very Rev Hedley Robert Burrows (1887 – 1983), late of this parish. What joy ! And what could retiredmartin.com possibly… Continue reading SUDS BUT NO SOUL
SEA SHANTIES IN SALWAYASH
I’ll stick with Dorset and Devon. It does get better. You can find Salwayash yourself though. Mrs RM has stolen my mouse and it’s tough doing map extracts without a mouse. Think “rural Bridport” but without pashminas and you’ve got the Anchor. There’s a piglet on the door to ward off evil spirits in 4x4s.… Continue reading SEA SHANTIES IN SALWAYASH
“Pubs do not book tables. Restaurants do.”
Or “Hall & Woe (public) house“. But that’s a bit convoluted. As mentioned, I’d picked Dorchester for my campervan stop so I could moan about another county town. It was also not far from Martinstown, which had a Guide entry I never got to due to duff opening times and was dropped in GBG20. Dorchester… Continue reading “Pubs do not book tables. Restaurants do.”
RULE BRITANNIA
THIS Britannia; Yes, for a 77th successive year the good folks of Isle of Portland CAMRA give us GBG tickers a new Proper Pub. Where do they find them ? And can they send some to Cambridge ? Looks like South America on the aerial map, doesn’t it ? But it’s MUCH more lawless than… Continue reading RULE BRITANNIA
WEYMOUTH – CLOSED DOLPHINS, NAKED GNOMES
Dorchester is the perfect base from which to get as far away from Dorchester as possible, quickly. A mere 13 face-covered minutes on the GWR to Weymouth, providing me with its annual Proper Pub in the GBG. Or was it ? First of all, the Dolphin looks awfully familar. I’m sure I went in here… Continue reading WEYMOUTH – CLOSED DOLPHINS, NAKED GNOMES
CERNE ABBAS – GIANT DONGLE, GENTLEFOLK DAWDLING
Lots of small posts to catch up on from 4 days in Devon and Dorset; some of the pubs actually let me in ! I based myself in a layby in Dorchester, a perfect location to tackle the hills and beaches. My plans NEARLY came to fruition. You’ll recognise the next place; Yes, it’s Cerne… Continue reading CERNE ABBAS – GIANT DONGLE, GENTLEFOLK DAWDLING
AUGUST ’20 STOCKTAKE
What a month August was, as you can see from my route map above. BRAPA spent the ENTIRE month draining Surrey, and Pubmeister went to Estonia to chase craft moths in football kits. I made it into the Daily Mail. Mum would have been proud. Sadly, she wasn’t very well that day (quite a bit… Continue reading AUGUST ’20 STOCKTAKE
IT’S………..THE SHIP IN PORTISHEAD
Well, it was Quinno wot won it. So he should, he was born in the public bar. Or conceived on the beach, or something. He certainly sold me on the charms of Portishead, only previously visited for the Windmill (unlucky, Paul) and the modern Spoons. But no-one told me about the gorgeous the retirement community… Continue reading IT’S………..THE SHIP IN PORTISHEAD
GUESS THE PUB
Just to keep you going, here’s the first “Guess the pub” for a while. The Bass is a 4, the Landlord is old school, and if you don’t get it you’re a Dummy. Lovely choice of beer for the winner. Good luck
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