STEAK OR SAUSAGE FOR TEA ? IT’S A BIG DECISION IN A TOWN CALLED OTTERY ST. MARY

The blog returns to that endless month of July 2022 (101 GBG ticks); will it ever end ? A signature tick next, the London in Ottery St. Mary having thwarted me at least once with it’s whacky opening hours (per What Pub); Ottery St Mary (pop. 4,898) is your quintessential faded east Devon town (see… Continue reading STEAK OR SAUSAGE FOR TEA ? IT’S A BIG DECISION IN A TOWN CALLED OTTERY ST. MARY

NOBODY GONNA BREAK MY STRIDE (to GBG glory). NOT EVEN STOKE FLEMING

The task ahead seems endless, but I shall press on, if only to see if Mark Crilley is still reading (I haven’t read all the great BRAPA posts so don’t feel guilty). Perhaps a reader from Zaire will one day find this post on Stoke Fleming of use, who knows ? Just beyond the gorgeous… Continue reading NOBODY GONNA BREAK MY STRIDE (to GBG glory). NOT EVEN STOKE FLEMING

SHARING PRAWN COCKTAILS IN SLAPTON SANDS

First things first. A first ever blog view from Burundi overnight. The world’s unhappiest country, apparently, but surely a visit to tick all Burundi’s bars would cheer them up ? This is Lacosta Beach Bar, an Amstel stronghold in Bujumbura; I see sand. Really, not much different from Slapton Sands in Devon. Except for the… Continue reading SHARING PRAWN COCKTAILS IN SLAPTON SANDS

NO TRIP TO LYNTON IS EVER WASTED, EVEN WHEN THE PUB IS UNEXPECTEDLY CLOSED

During July I spent over a week parked up in Devonian campsites (mainly council car parks near Crediton) completing the South-West, and realised how much beauty there is in North Devon. I mean, look at the mushrooms on toast and haricot beans at Eggesford Crossing Cafe, a gem. As is Lynton/Lynmouth, which provides one of… Continue reading NO TRIP TO LYNTON IS EVER WASTED, EVEN WHEN THE PUB IS UNEXPECTEDLY CLOSED