I know you’re always keen to know where I am when I write this rubbish. This post comes to you from the deserted Travelodge on the M18/M180, a short but scary walk from my final South Yorkshire tick. The bus from Peterhead to Fraserburgh was less scary, but who knows what Scottish pubs will spring… Continue reading FRASERBURGH FUN AND GAMES
GOOD MORNING PETERHEAD
Two days to explore the Grampian coast from Aberdeen, and see if my resentment of their buses last time was purely my own fault for overdoing it in Krakatoa. “Peterhead has been on my bucket list for years” said no-one ever. Except me. You can wave to the Punx as the bus passes Ellon. The… Continue reading GOOD MORNING PETERHEAD
CARRY ON WAYWARD SON
You left me in the Hop & Anchor, enjoying an eclectic soundtrack that Pub Ciurmudgeon would have warmed to. I had certainly left the One True Path of cask by now and my wayward adventure around the craft kilometre reached its zenith at Casc & Cigar. My subsequent research reveals that Casc stands for “Campaign… Continue reading CARRY ON WAYWARD SON
FRIDAY NIGHT IS CRAFT NIGHT IN ABERDEEN
WARNING : CONTAINS CRAFT 5pm on a Friday night on the mean streets of central Aberdeen. Mrs RM was still turning the University IT off and on again, I was lugging around my overnight bag (mainly phone rechargers), and I had no new GBG ticks to do, unless I jumped on the ferry to Orkney.… Continue reading FRIDAY NIGHT IS CRAFT NIGHT IN ABERDEEN
THE THRILL OF THE GRILL
While I’d been slogging my way up to the Highlands and round the Moray coast towards Aberdeen, Mrs RM had taking the easy option of a Logan Air flight from Southend. I think you should demand she blogs about Southend, you know. She’ll have had this view as the plane bumbled towards Trump Airport in… Continue reading THE THRILL OF THE GRILL
THE CHRONICLE OF NAIRN-IA
Oh, come on, what would you have come up with ? It’s certainly in a magical location, with a view across the Moray Firth to Cromarty and the start of the UK’s biggest GBG desert (next Guide stop John O’ Groats). Charlie Chaplin used to come here on holiday. Sadly his NBSS scores for the… Continue reading THE CHRONICLE OF NAIRN-IA
INVERNESS PART III – WEE JOCKS AND ALIENS
You left me in the second new GBG entry in Inverness at 7pm, pondering how to spend the rest of my evening before LBC becomes listenable. I could have walked up and down the Joker Steps 127 times (not smoking). I could have walked round town taking photos of all the listed buildings. I could… Continue reading INVERNESS PART III – WEE JOCKS AND ALIENS
SPECIAL GBG DRAX QUIZ EDITION
According to Dave this blog (or possibly Mrs RM) will explode if I don’t post daily. So here’s something that took my fancy while perusing the pristine GBG in Macgregors in Inverness. Thrillingly, I managed to avoid spilling mayo on it. Simple question. Study the Guide entry and tell me what’s unique about it. Tom… Continue reading SPECIAL GBG DRAX QUIZ EDITION
INVERNESS PART II – AMERICANS GO “WOW”
Last time in Inverness, I’d been impressed with pubs and beer quality. If Edinburgh = Manchester and Glasgow = London, then Inverness = Cambridge. Don’t @ me. But two of those, the Phoenix and Blackfriars, are (temporarily) closed so it’s a good job there’s a Spoons, Brewery Tap and fiddle pub to take up the… Continue reading INVERNESS PART II – AMERICANS GO “WOW”
INVERNESS PART I – BELIEVE
Back in Inverness at dusk, I headed straight for the now iconic Joker Steps. I’ve no idea why those folk are heading for the Bronx to do the iconic dance when they’re in the Highlands. It’s four years since I last visited Inverness, back in the early days of this blog when even 100 words… Continue reading INVERNESS PART I – BELIEVE
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