Llandeilo. Closest town with a GBG pub to Bethlehem, from where I sent a postcard home on my 33rd birthday after a pint of Bass in Pontfaen. Llandeilo had been near the top of my Bucket of Bass list for years. On the edge of the Black Mountains, with its own railway station and three… Continue reading LLANDEILO – DIDN’T IT ALMOST HAVE IT ALL ?
TRAPP-ED
Yes ! It’s a Heritage pub ! Just in case any of you are starting to feel sorry for me, fear not. I was loving this tour of dodgy cask pubs. The next one up is beautifully located an hour up narrow roads from Llandeilo Station. The Cennen Arms looks like a rural Welsh… Continue reading TRAPP-ED
SPOT THE CASK DRINKER
Llandybie Pub No.2, and a total contrast to the gentlefolk-friendly Red Lion, two minutes and a dispensing chemist away. The Ivy Bush is either a Beer Guide regular or they love those mid-2000s stickers as much as I do. A dozen in, Old Boys and “tradesmen”, and a sight to delight the multi-pump hater. Landlord… Continue reading SPOT THE CASK DRINKER
LLANDYBIE – RED LION, WELSH WRESTLING
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 ?
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