Yes, it’s the one you’ve been waiting for. A first visit to the Queen of the East Coast since, ooh, before BRAPA started. Wiki tells me it’s a seaside resort, apparently. There were a good few dozen dotted on the beach on a cold Autumn Sunday. And Jehovah’s Witnesses. I confess I always assumed it… Continue reading GORLESTON – KLASS-Y
A NARROW RANGE IN THE BROADS
A few dull ones in Norfolk, now. Perhaps. I’d promised Curry Charles a night in Gorleston to help me complete the GBG here, but frankly accommodation, let alone curry, options were a little threadbare so I’m taking him to Leicester on Sunday. I believe there is curry there. Gorleston was doable by train, and with… Continue reading A NARROW RANGE IN THE BROADS
STALYBRIDGE – NO PERMANENT DAMAGE
The plan was good. Meet Quosh in Stalyvegas for a quick half in the Crafty Pint (or was it a crafty pint in the Quick Half) and be back at my hotel (well, Oldham Travelodge) nice and early to catch up with the blog. But I’m not a ticking professional like Pubmeister, and I get… Continue reading STALYBRIDGE – NO PERMANENT DAMAGE
GONE IN 60 SECONDS – PLUM PORTER IN DROYLSDEN
On the Friday I headed east (or is it west ? Mudgie will know) for a couple of Greater Manchester GBG ticks. And before you complain, I know Greater Manchester isn’t a real place. The metro takes you through a real ale wasteland that unfortunately includes the Etihad. Keg but kute So you can understand… Continue reading GONE IN 60 SECONDS – PLUM PORTER IN DROYLSDEN
A SURMOUNTABLE HITCH IN MICRO PRESTWICH
I spent literally minutes trying to find a Fall track for this post, but sadly M.E. Smith’s “Middle aged Middleton micropub man” remains unreleased. On the tram back from Bury to Victoria I planned an afternoon in West Manchester, and admired the lack of GBG pubs on the route. Ah, the Crooked Man. Wait, the… Continue reading A SURMOUNTABLE HITCH IN MICRO PRESTWICH
FOREVER BURY
Another short post anchored by a picture of healthy food for you. With the trains back up and running into Sheffield, my parental duties for the day were done. I dumped the car in my secret free parking space (Quosh would be horrified) and headed for the trams. Quite a pleasant trip out to Bury,… Continue reading FOREVER BURY
SNAKE PASS TO CHETHAMS
This blog has reached last Thursday, as the floods descended on Sheffield, leaving my son James at risk of being unable to act as Matthew’s model for his barbering finals. Disaster. So I set the alarm for 5am the next morning and set off for Sheffield (again), diverted via the M1 as the A1 north… Continue reading SNAKE PASS TO CHETHAMS
