Enough of that Scottish scenery, shows us some crustaceans, you cry. Possibly. Ellenbaich‘s days producing slate are long gone, it’s tours and long lunches now. And garden ornaments. We’d booked tea (or is it High Tea ?) for 17:30. I know, I hate myself. Looking across the stillness, I wondered how many other folk would… Continue reading LANGOUSTINES
SLATES
Well, this was idyllic. Camping on the slate islands in the Firth of Lorn, imagining I’m in the video for a Wings Christmas Number 1. The best photo comes from Wiki, courtesy of Michael Watson, who must be VERY tall to have got this shot; We opted to pay a tenner to park in Seafari… Continue reading SLATES
THE BRIDGE OVER THE ATLANTIC
Here’s some views for you, then. A bridge over the Atlantic, apparently, and a canon primed (?) to attack deliveries of craft beer. Oh, and a lovely garden in which to enjoy the mist descending. This is Clachan Seil, one of the most romantic sounding settings for a GBG entry which hove into view just… Continue reading THE BRIDGE OVER THE ATLANTIC
“Hey Google, play Glen Campbell”
One Twitter follower seems a little unimpressed by my coverage of the Argyll scenery so far, and they make a very fair point. But there will be some shots of the gorgeous coast, once I get through this run of five pubs in 5 hours (thanks Mrs RM). A mere 20 minutes from Kilmartin lies… Continue reading “Hey Google, play Glen Campbell”
WE’RE GOING TO KIL-MARTIN
The crawl round the Argyll peninsulas (thanks Mrs RM) takes in half a dozen seemingly identical hotels varying only in vintage, brand of hand wash and the age of the Jarl being served. 20 minutes after Cairnbaan we pulled up in the worrying sounding Kilmartin. That’s not our new campervan there, by the church. Kilmartin… Continue reading WE’RE GOING TO KIL-MARTIN
A DESPERATE ATTEMPT TO PAY FOR A HALF
I read about fellow tickers “doing” 37 pubs in a day, and wonder how such a thing is even possible. I mean, have you tried paying for your beer in a pub lately ? Mrs RM drove carefully down from Inveraray along the shore of Loch Fyne, depositing me safely at the door of Pub… Continue reading A DESPERATE ATTEMPT TO PAY FOR A HALF
IT’S A LONG WAY TO INVERARAY
Onward ! To the cask wonderlands of Argyll. Baa Baa was very excited as we reached Inveraray (pop. 603). Wiki says the Latin motto “SEMPER TIBI PENDEAT HALEC” (possible English translation: “may a herring always hang to thee“), which rather excited Baa Baa, even though he’s not a herring fan. Today the weather forecast for Inveraray is… Continue reading IT’S A LONG WAY TO INVERARAY
JUNE ’21 STOCKTAKE + JULY PREVIEW
Despite having (checks spreadsheet) about 27.8 more pubs to write about in June, let’s bring you the monthly highlights package before Dave complains. THE TRAVEL MAP THE HIGHLIGHTS As the map illustrates, a focus on the Midlands and the Pennines before a late burst across the border. That early season localism was due to these… Continue reading JUNE ’21 STOCKTAKE + JULY PREVIEW
A FYNE TIME
Day 2 of the Great Mini Scotland Adventure, and a chance to make an impression on “Argyll & The Isles”, a completely fictional Guide chapter invented by CAMRA to ensure Glasgow only had easy pubs to tick. Watch me turn that page (largely) pink. Just watch me. After that Greggs breakfast in Girvan, we took… Continue reading A FYNE TIME
IT’S COMING HOME
I don’t watch football on telly much, you can’t see the whole pitch and you don’t feel part of it, so tonight I found the pub in Sheffield that wasn’t showing the game; ALL THE PUBS IN SHEFFIELD No. 32 – The Kelham Island Tavern Goodness the Sheffield ring roads were busy tonight, everyone rushing… Continue reading IT’S COMING HOME
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