Just some nice photos of pubs for you this morning, to remind you of your duty to get out and save pubs today. Shamefully, we only stopped in Gail’s posh cafe for a flat white and this cake which we’ve become quite addicted to lately. We almost walked off the 477 calories walking from Verulamium… Continue reading A St. Albans Sunday Saunter
A DAY AT THE RACES
A real corker of a Home Counties neighbourhood pub to finish our weekend in Windsor. Hard to describe the Trooper, whose beer range is rather wider than Adnams but I cut out the other beers to fit in the Bass mirror. A bit like a less beery Cambridge Blue or (Stockport) Magnet, perhaps. The front… Continue reading A DAY AT THE RACES
A RAINY NIGHT IN WINDSOR
After two nights happy camping it was time for a hotel with a shower and posh biscuits. I surveyed the options on Booking.com. Only £38 for a night in Slough. And “very poor” isn’t THAT bad, is it ? In truth, nothing appealed, so we stuck the van in the riverside car park overnight and… Continue reading A RAINY NIGHT IN WINDSOR
SO, DOES BOVINGDON’S BELL REDEEM HERTS ? I’M TORN.
I love that photo. Hard to describe why, but it just says “Proper Pub” to me. Bloke in suit drinking a pint while watching Natalie Imbruglia’s “Torn” ins a classic upmarket Hertfordshire boozer. “But what’s he drinking ?” you ask, missing the point. My last tick for Herts is the Bell in Bovingdon, one of… Continue reading SO, DOES BOVINGDON’S BELL REDEEM HERTS ? I’M TORN.
A BOLT INTO THE BULL AT BERKHAMSTED
I’m sure you think us pub tickers are all the best of mates, perhaps living in a big communal house in Maltby and sharing lifts and mascots. Not at all. I dispute the questionable ticks of my fellow Pub Men (keg is NOT a tick) and grimace when I read of BRAPA beating me to… Continue reading A BOLT INTO THE BULL AT BERKHAMSTED
ALL BUCKED UP – A TALE OF GBG COUNTY COMPLETION IN GREAT MISSENDEN
Right, time to finish Bucks. Only nine new entries out of fifty-four, par for the course, and the usual mix of gentrified dining pubs and gentrified dining pubs. Not the last one, though. The George Ale House in Great Missenden replaces the “Pub & Kitchen” Cross Keys in the GBG, and brings the first bit… Continue reading ALL BUCKED UP – A TALE OF GBG COUNTY COMPLETION IN GREAT MISSENDEN
AN INSTRAGRAMMABLE TIME IN THAME
Another post without a pint; I’m practically killing pubs ! From Brill we travelled to Thame for breakfast. Mrs RM didn’t even need a Spoons to work in, so we could actually choose somewhere decent. Thame is a Home Counties cliche. We parked in Waitrose, next to the Churchill retirement homes, and passed a note… Continue reading AN INSTRAGRAMMABLE TIME IN THAME
IT’S BRILL
On to our FREE camping pitch for the night, the car park for Brill Windmill (and the Pheasant Inn, truth be told). I think we win “Best Free View From A Campervan” this month. How many people know about Brill Windmill ? Not a lot, I’d wager. I’ve been telling Mrs RM for years it’s… Continue reading IT’S BRILL
HOMES COUNTIES THIN GLASS ATROCITY
One last Bucks tick before we tuck ourselves in for the night, at yet another debut GBG gastro. I guess they have to introduce dining pubs to the Guide round here as there’s no appetite for micros. The Hundred of Ashendon, named after the purest form of the game played on the village green, is… Continue reading HOMES COUNTIES THIN GLASS ATROCITY
“Will Sir be dining with us tonight ?”
Back to the ghastly gastros I’m afraid. I’ll keep it short. 10 minutes on from the Oak, via Stoke Mandeville, is the Harrow, a pub you could almost see Prime Ministers visiting from Chequers. Mrs RM said ” be quick” and a first look revealed I wouldn’t be loitering here. “Will Sir be dining with… Continue reading “Will Sir be dining with us tonight ?”
