I don’t like to moan, I really don’t. I’d NEVER lie to you about beer quality, that’s sacrosanct, but I’ll always look for the good in people and pubs. “While not to everyone’s tastes, the high tables and uniformed staff selling out-of-date beer (NBSS 0.5) have certainly found an enthusiastic audience with the Bournemouth pashminas“,… Continue reading THE IRE OF MRS RM BURNS (KIRKCUD)BRIGHT
WICKER MEN, PUB WOMAN
Back home ! 29 Beer Guide ticks up, but sadly none in Orkney (and there’s none to do in Shetland as Bill has drunk all the Doom Bar). So I can return to blogging on the laptop, and bring you proper maps (stops at Greggs at Carlisle services NOT shown). You’ve already seen the mysteries… Continue reading WICKER MEN, PUB WOMAN
It’s 8:13am and there’s no-one in the Spoons.
To put you out of your torment, last night’s mystery copper topped pub was, of course, the Stormont in Blairgowrie. Who ? Where ? Turn south at the Cairngorms, right at Balmoral (micropub, limited hours), and if you end up in the sea you’ve gone too far. Breakfast in Blairgowrie is 2 choices. Pecan biscuits… Continue reading It’s 8:13am and there’s no-one in the Spoons.
ANOTHER MYSTERY PUB
I’ve given up the proper blogging from the van. You try loading Bing maps on a phone. But I’m legally obliged to bring you a post a day so here’s a real corker with an Irish Government feel. The beer is flat, but fresh, and tasty. The copper tables are perfect, though the perspex obscures… Continue reading ANOTHER MYSTERY PUB
AIR PRESSURE FONTS IN CASTLE DOUGLAS
Better start doing some posts on this Scottish trip or my blog views will fall off a cliff. The start of a great adventure into the largely unticked west of Scotland began with a Greggs bacon roll at Carlisle services and continued with a closed pub at Haugh of Urr, which is easy for you… Continue reading AIR PRESSURE FONTS IN CASTLE DOUGLAS
PERSISTENCE PAYS OFF
Yes. I’m in Scotland, campervanning my way round Argyll. Whatever that is. Just been bitten by a midge (not Ure) so definitely Scotland. The original plans for Orkneys and Shetland were scrapped after Bill forgot to order more Doom Bar. But Oban and whatever you call the bits west of Lomond will do. 15 pubs… Continue reading PERSISTENCE PAYS OFF
WHERE WAS I ?
Some excellent guesses, all wrong, for that Guess the Pub. I was, of course, in the Blue Peter In Kirkcolm near Stranraer, staring across at the ferry to Ireland. We stuck the campervan on the site of the old RAF base and toddled into the village (pop. not many). The only facility in the village,… Continue reading WHERE WAS I ?
GUESS THE PUB
Live blogging from…you guess. Well, the seaside. Nice pub, out on a limb. One beer, served in a John Smiths Smooth glass. The true way. The landlord is from Queensbury, near the Dolphin. He serves a good pint. His wife makes a great fish and chips. And I guess a soundtrack of ELO and Michael… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB
A FAT CAT FEAST
You left me urging my in-laws forward to the front door of the Fat Cat, the busiest pub in Sheffield whenever I visit. This is the pub where I met 3 legends of the pub world in 2017, and I was keen to bag the cosy room on the left for the in-laws to show… Continue reading A FAT CAT FEAST
MADE IN SHEFFIELD
The last day of the in-laws’ fourteen (14) day stay, and as promised the Kelham Island pub. Kelham is an essential stop on any tourist’s trip, not just for the 37 varieties of pale beer but also to see proper industrial heritage. Look at that “&”. Luckily the Kelham Island Museum had just re-opened, so… Continue reading MADE IN SHEFFIELD
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