Another short post for you to consume between meals. Or pints. I only know what’s next because my photos are in alphabetical order. After the Salopian adventures I had virtually a whole week away from pubs, selling essentials like these at our annual charity sale. Something for everyone, I’m sure you’ll agree. But I nipped… Continue reading HA’WAY HAWORTH
Real Ale’s in Little Wenlock
A micro post, with weird beers and high tables, but no fun. Just for Russ, who’s getting back in the swing of things, an apostrophe atrocity from the posh side of Telford, views of chimneys and all. The Huntsman has won loads of awards, apparently, though not for its spelling. I turned up to find… Continue reading Real Ale’s in Little Wenlock
“£2 A PINT. ALL DAY, EVERY DAY”
How I wish I could find something to rhyme with Oswestry. BRAPA will make up a word that translate into Welsh as something rude. I was here a year ago, rediscovering a town on the rise and proclaiming the Bailey Head one of the pubs of the year. It takes great self-control to avoid a… Continue reading “£2 A PINT. ALL DAY, EVERY DAY”
WREXHAM AFTER THE DEJECTION
I arrived in Wrexham/Wrecsam to find the locals shuffling down the High Street, still in a state of dejection after Danny Holland’s ill-deserved winner kept them in Non-league for a 43rd successive season. Though still a step higher than Chester. What a goal from @EastleighFC's Danny Hollands last night 😱 pic.twitter.com/rzeLuUwuh0 — Football Carpets (@FootyCarpets)… Continue reading WREXHAM AFTER THE DEJECTION
NO TRAVAILS IN TREVALYN
The Beer Guide seems determined to promote lovely Wrexham’s pub tourist credentials. Another GBG packed with new entries in the posh Cheshire-lite villages to the north and the grittier hills towards Mold. I had the joy of a walk from the bus stop at Rossett through tiny lanes with giant hedges. A quiet, straggling, bucolic… Continue reading NO TRAVAILS IN TREVALYN
SETTLE DOWN
No, not the rare James B side, but a rarer Settle tick that I couldn’t really take offence with. Last time here, Jimmy Anderson and Root were adding 198 for the last wicket against India, and I had to superstitiously hop on one leg up the hills or risk breaking the partnership. Five years later… Continue reading SETTLE DOWN
I YIELD TO HELLIFIELD
Into the Yorkshire Dales, almost, and one of those Craven villages you whizz by en route to the honeypot villages of Giggleswick and Feizor (?). Luckily for the ticker, Hellifield (pronounced Heffer) have commissioned a railway station, just for my visit. For a moment it looks like they won’t be getting my £1.65 as a… Continue reading I YIELD TO HELLIFIELD
CLITHEROE REDEMPTION
I must stop banging on about how far behind I am on this blog. But for context, I think they were still ducking witches when I made this trip to Clitheroe. For evidence of the antiquity of this post, just see the spelling of “bollack” on the town’s official graffiti wall. Clitheroe and the Forest… Continue reading CLITHEROE REDEMPTION
BOWLAND – 41 HANDPUMPS, WHAT CAN GO WRONG ?
I’d been expecting to visit Bowland Brewery last year. But oddly, a brewery bar with more than 40 handpumps inexplicably failed to be fast-tracked into GBG 19. After all, choice ? Isn’t that what we want from our pubs in 2019 ? Anyway, I was thrilled to be finally making a return to old-fashioned Clitheroe,… Continue reading BOWLAND – 41 HANDPUMPS, WHAT CAN GO WRONG ?
“DON’T SHOOT VINNIE !”
Yes, I’m really that far behind, and have no idea whether City will escape relegation this season. The whole day of the Leicester game was one of the most nervous I’ve ever been, 13.5.12 included, which I know will sound daft to football philistines. The prospect of jubilant Scousers if we mucked it up was… Continue reading “DON’T SHOOT VINNIE !”
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