After the beauty of Lulworth Cove and Wareham Quay it was inevitable the next stage of the Dorset Dawdle would be a drag. I challenge anyone to to find joy in the featureless suburbs of Bournemouth and Poole. The trip wasn’t helped by a diversion to new Poole GBG entry the Barking Cat, which I’d… Continue reading NEW MILTON, NEW HOPE
LESSONS IN WHAT’S SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE, IN WAREHAM
If you’re not drinking yourself, one of the great pleasures in life is taking a progressively more drunken human being round pubs, while you observe their behaviour for your own voyeuristic blog. Normally that means BRAPA, but on Saturday I had the joy of watching Mrs RM drink strong beer in GBG entries. The film… Continue reading LESSONS IN WHAT’S SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE, IN WAREHAM
THE ROAD TO LULWORTH COVE
I read that the “Rule of Six” will kill Christmas. If so, I will find myself applauding the Honourable Pfeffel for the first time in my life. Mrs RM just told me that you’re a Facebook failure if you haven’t bought all your Christmas presents by now. “Mrs RM, I have ALREADY bought all the… Continue reading THE ROAD TO LULWORTH COVE
THE JOY OF SIX (INDOORS)
More North Herts hops, as I take a leisurely walk from Letchworth station to Baldock while James attempts to complete the “55 roundabouts in 90 minutes” challenge. If he fails a 3rd driving test (I took 5) back here in October he’ll have to retake it on the slopes of Sheffield in winter. No pressure.… Continue reading THE JOY OF SIX (INDOORS)
THREE MAGNETS, TWO MOBILITY SCOOTERS, NO DOOM BAR – BACK TO LETCHWORTH WETHERSPOONS
Another trip to Letchworth for the lad’s driving lessons, another chance to relive sweet, sweet memories of the town where Mrs RM and I started married life in 1992. It’s unchanged, Since 1935, never mind 1992. Well, nearly. Actually, some things have changed. The Black Squirrel (as I knew it) had more names than Ian… Continue reading THREE MAGNETS, TWO MOBILITY SCOOTERS, NO DOOM BAR – BACK TO LETCHWORTH WETHERSPOONS
THE ITALIANS ARE BACK
Guess where this is? Oh, go on. Go on. Go on. Etc etc. Yes, Cambridge on a beautiful Wednesday in September. Hardly packed, with the lovely Japanese and Chinese visitors who make up half our tourists still notable by their absence. Mainly the Italians, all queueing politely for the authentic sourdough pizza from the Hatch… Continue reading THE ITALIANS ARE BACK
TRAVELLING WILBURY
Early on in this blogging lark I realised I could get away with any old rubbish as long as I stuck a pub at the end. This post will test that theory. Being a good dad with an ulterior motive (always the best kind) I’ve been taking James to some intensive driving lessons in Letchworth… Continue reading TRAVELLING WILBURY
POUNDBURY – (DON’T) PASS THE DUCHY
You’ll remember (even if I don’t) my failed attempt to tick the Duchess of Cornwall last week, when I made the silly mistake of thinking you could get a half pint of beer without a table reservation via one’s butler. Well, I don’t give up, and my butler phoned on the Sunday to book a… Continue reading POUNDBURY – (DON’T) PASS THE DUCHY
TWO SPOONS ON MONDAY
A great pub runs on Dire Straits and mobility scooters, a great retiredmartin post runs on questionable ’80s pop inserted for the benefit of Mr Crilley. That’s THIS Monday just gone. I seem to be catching up. Awoken by joggers (!) at 7, I left Baa Baa Toure to guard the campervan on Teignmouth Prom… Continue reading TWO SPOONS ON MONDAY
SHALDON SHILLY SHALLY
A year or so ago I’d never heard of Shaldon, now I’ve been to 2 of its pubs and the Conservative Club. 20 minutes over the Teign bridge from the promenade, 20 minutes that tempts you with the Blue Anchor, and this mystery pub; I’ll get the tick over the river and then head back… Continue reading SHALDON SHILLY SHALLY
