Yet another county completed. Just for Si, here’s Doable Derbyshire; Just to confuse you, BRAPA came to the Spotted Cow in Holbrook AFTER me and has already blogged about it. His post is much too long for me to read, of course. Holbrook is eminently doable from Derby, as long as you don’t get distracted… Continue reading CROUCHING DINER, HIDDEN PEDIGREE
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The next pub was also visited, and lauded, by young BRAPA this week. And rightly so. North Wingfield’s Shinnon was a mere 15 minutes walk from his next tick in Clay Cross, but clearly that was way beyond the range of our hero who resorted to the bus. The colliery villages below Chesterfield are some… Continue reading 29.5mm
TEENAGE DIRT BAGS IN THE PEAK
Two teenage dirt bags, in fact. The ones scrambling down towards Castleton from Peak Cavern in appropriate footwear. And the soundtrack in the rather elegant Ye Olde Nag’s Head, as I closed in on completing Derbyshire for another year. And before you ask, this IS the pub young BRAPA just blogged about. The blog where… Continue reading TEENAGE DIRT BAGS IN THE PEAK
A RUDGWICK PICK
If these posts seem a bit rushed it’s because they’re being compiled in between selling ladies undergarments at the local Salvation Army sale. The ticks are limited but the blog potential is high. Onto Rudgwick, my last Guide pub for the year in brutally inconsistent West Sussex, which really ought to merge with its eastern… Continue reading A RUDGWICK PICK
STILL LIFE IN LITTLEHAMPTON
Another short post about a pub I might have skipped over, having seemingly deleted any notes and my memory deleted any recollection of the Steam Packet in Littlehampton. Perhaps you could have a go at compiling your own alternative post from these photos. I always like to bring you photos of floral displays in West… Continue reading STILL LIFE IN LITTLEHAMPTON
SELSEY GOES THE HIGH TABLE ROUTE
Day 3 by the sea, and a rare trip to Selsey, home to people who can afford to leave Bognor. But why would you want to ? Mrs RM was taken by her parents to Selsey as a child. Goodness knows what she did there. Probably the Times crossword. Selsey is the Frinton-on-Sea of the… Continue reading SELSEY GOES THE HIGH TABLE ROUTE
SOUTHSEA HUNTER GATHERERS
I was relieved to get back to Pompey; foreign travel is all well and good but I clearly haven’t got the stomach for it. Back at Southsea Common I stocked up on proper French apples at the lovely greengrocer on Clarence Esplanade, and admired the Queen’s. Stately Edwardian, looking a bit like a Salford Holt… Continue reading SOUTHSEA HUNTER GATHERERS
FRAMPWOOD MAC, retiredmartin HAS TO COME BACK
I’ve no idea where the day on Wight went. Mainly hanging around at bus stops, feeling sick on buses and then finding pot plants to dispose of below-par beer. Admit it, you’re jealous. Another half hour on Ventis to Wootton, joined by shoppers and schoolchildren dreaming of their trip to the mythical land of Portsmouth. … Continue reading FRAMPWOOD MAC, retiredmartin HAS TO COME BACK
MEMORIES
I needed seven pubs to complete the Isle of Wight. Three around Sandown in the bagn, two back in Ryde, one in the centre in Arreton, and the most difficult down at the bottom on Niton. My plan had been to take the bus via Newport down to Joe’s. Only two things were in my… Continue reading MEMORIES
BEMBRIDGE – SOUR CREAM, OLD EMPIRE
In theory, my first three Wight pubs were a doddle, two in Sandown and one just over the hill in bucolic Bembridge. Four miles between Culver Haven and the Village Inn, says Bing Maps, ignoring my bravery in ploughing headlong down the Down, and towards those horns at the top. I escaped their attention by… Continue reading BEMBRIDGE – SOUR CREAM, OLD EMPIRE
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