You’re expecting tales of delayed trains and closed micros from my Lakeland licking, aren’t you. Not a bit of it. The train pulled in to Dalton at 11:03 at the dot, and at 11:10 I strode into the Brown Cow. I was sure I’d been to Dalton before, but that was the Black Dog hidden… Continue reading MILKING THE TICK IN THE BROWN COW, DALTON
THIS IS HOW IT FEELS TO BE BRAPA
Everyone wants to be BRAPA. But not everyone wants to get up at 6am every Saturday and spend 10 hours on trains and buses in desperate need of a wee, living in fear of a closed micro or lost mascot. On Saturday I decided to be BRAPA, just for one day (like in the Bowie… Continue reading THIS IS HOW IT FEELS TO BE BRAPA
ONE BEER IS PLENTY (PART 337)
I mentioned that Southborough, home of the in-laws and Meow’s is not well pubbed, but we actually stayed in what most folk would consider a pub for 3 nights last weeks. The Hand & Sceptre is decidedly not a pub. In fact, I’m sure the words “Rooms and Edibles” is probably scribbled on the ancient… Continue reading ONE BEER IS PLENTY (PART 337)
KENTING TAP ROOMS
“Kenting” is a verb, isn’t it ? My near week in Southborough contributed little to my ticks, though the addition of a new Chinese takeaway to my Top 10 compensated (oh, and the resolution of family crises, I guess). My two closest Guide targets were both microbrewery tap rooms. Hoorah ! One in an industrial… Continue reading KENTING TAP ROOMS
IPSWICH INDOOR BOWLS CLUB
I’ve been knackered these last few days after a week of driving up and down the country. Thursday saw me take my brother-in-law to a funeral on the Essex/Suffolk borders. It was actually impossible to have got to the service, cremation and reception on public transport. Even leaving on the dot of 07:00 from outside… Continue reading IPSWICH INDOOR BOWLS CLUB
1200 POSTCARDS
Some blogs about pubs seem written by sober folk who never actually set foot in nasty pubs. This post comes to you from the 20:11 Leeds – Sheffield train after 4 pints in 2 hours. I’m not proud, just pissed. I resume my blog on Wednesday night in Hastings, as I head through the majestic… Continue reading 1200 POSTCARDS
GOTHIC HASTINGS
Back in Hastings, I had two (2) more micropubs to look forward to. Two (2) more chances of opening time hell I took the scenic route to the Jolly Fisherman, dropping by the 1200 Postcards for signs of life, but a 5pm start it was. Google Maps said it would take 17 minutes if I… Continue reading GOTHIC HASTINGS
“ON THE MONEY” IN BEXHILL-ON-SEA
Although our mission to Kent was largely crisis management, it would have been deeply negligent not to get a few ticks in when time allowed. Southborough has a great Chinese takeaway but you have to make a sturdy 20 minute walk to the nearest railway station at High Brooms, former centre of the clay industry… Continue reading “ON THE MONEY” IN BEXHILL-ON-SEA
Meow’s
Mrs RM and I spent most of this week on an emergency mission to the in-laws in Southborough. The crisis appears to have been diverted, and more importantly a new addition to my Top 10 Chinese takeaways found, in the most unexpected of places. Southborough is essentially one long street along the A26 with Paul… Continue reading Meow’s
BREAKFAST IN BEACONSFIELD
Now that the UK is once again open to intrepid travellers it won’t be long before the Southworth twins are planning their next flight to Heathrow. A short 12.9 mile stroll from Terminal 4 will bring them to the only Wetherspoons on a motorway service station, the (in)famous Hope & Champion just off the M40.… Continue reading BREAKFAST IN BEACONSFIELD
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