More low-key Carmarthenshire thrills for you, from the swathe of pleasantness between Guardian reader infested Brecon and Southworth-infested (in a nice way) Tenby. Before this trip I’d only managed 39 ticks in West Wales, ever, which is probably less than I’ve done in Worthing in the last 5 years, but I do recall a… Continue reading LLANDYBIE – RED LION, WELSH WRESTLING
DESPERADOS
And so begins a run of 22 pubs in Wales, on a seventh day of Welsh pubbing in 2019. What a wonderful country. What (largely) woeful cask beer. I was tempted to lump this lot together, but I know how quickly your patience runs thin when I go over 400 words. And you need to… Continue reading DESPERADOS
TOO MANY BEERS PT. 373
More short posts compiled using complimentary WiFi, drinking warm Otter somewhere in the Blackdown Hills. And more posts from award winning Yorkshire gastropubs with too many beers for the cask custom. Let’s not be churlish. The Bay Horse is gorgeous, with brilliant views, and cutting-edge technology. It’s got pots and pans dangling from the ceiling… Continue reading TOO MANY BEERS PT. 373
RORTY CRANKLE
More cutting-edge craft in North Yorkshire, or North Awesome as it’s now known. Thornton le Dale has more gentle folk visitors than residents, here for the chocolate factory and a vain attempt to uncover the meaning behind “Rorty Crankle”. There’s a pub of that name in Kent, if it helps. Chocolate and mystery aside, it’s… Continue reading RORTY CRANKLE
THE PICK OF PICKERING
Yes, I know the Sun is a cracker too, but I need that blog title. And you know how much Mr Coldwell loves pics of Tetley Bitter. Pickering hasn’t wowed me on a trio of visits, seeming like a waiting for room for the cemetery Steam Railway to Heartbeat country. A dreadful Guest House 20-odd… Continue reading THE PICK OF PICKERING
WAKING UP IN YORK
Everyone on the radio today sounds so grumpy, don’t they. What they all need is an evening out with BRAPA and a morning exploring York. No beer, but a chance to explore our 8th best pub town* without the crowds is a joy, and you get to see details like the pub cat climbing the… Continue reading WAKING UP IN YORK
ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS, PRE-EMPTIVE TICK ?
I thought Simon might head home after the Sam Smiths to enjoy his Sainsbury organic port or whatever 40 year olds in York do, but he’s such a good sport he was up for a late pint in the Crescent Club. And I owed him a pint now. Working Mens Club, says Bing Maps, Community… Continue reading ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS, PRE-EMPTIVE TICK ?
STALKING BRAPA IN HIPSTER YORK
Simon reported his Sainsbury delivery van was on the way, so once he’d unpacked the Scandinavian avocado and Grimsby quinoa he’d be ready for a pint at somewhere new and exciting over the river. Simon lives in the hipster quarter (over-40 section) of course and would normally have been found in the Forty-Five Vinyl Cafe… Continue reading STALKING BRAPA IN HIPSTER YORK
FOR 24 MINUTES I’D BEEN DRINKING NEXT DOOR TO EBOR MORRIS MEN
Getting closer to actually meeting the great BRAPA now, so I had my artisan tea/supper (falafel wrap from Harrogate Co-op), finally booked into the Heworth, and did York. York was in the grip of Chris Norman Fever during my visit. Would Chris do the original, or would the chavvy York crowd demand the Roy “Chubby”… Continue reading FOR 24 MINUTES I’D BEEN DRINKING NEXT DOOR TO EBOR MORRIS MEN
RESIGNED TO MY FATE IN HARROGATE
Harrogate cost me about £9 to get to, and it wasn’t worth it. In fact the “pubs” were so dull I nearly skipped them completely, except for 3 reasons; US “Dave” Southworth will ask me about Harrogate in about 4 months time, and I’ll want to refer him back here, Something odd happened involving bar… Continue reading RESIGNED TO MY FATE IN HARROGATE
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