Pub 2 on the Rugby Crawl was but a few yards from the Seven Stars. In fact, a look at my original schedule (being auctioned off in July) shows how close the pubs are together. You could visit eight in less than an hour, if you had Bob Hawke’s drinking prowess. The tourist… Continue reading CARLING BY THE JUG
SIX STARS IN RUGBY
I do hope there’s no unflattering pictures of your Pub Blogging Heroes on here. That would be terrible. Actually, there’s little point reading my posts on Rugby. R. Coldwell Esq has the better photos of old beer stuff and Mudgie will have eloquently said in 200 words what it takes me 2,000. But Richard hasn’t… Continue reading SIX STARS IN RUGBY
AN IXWORTH SPECIAL
Next up, one of those “Pub Lunches in Rural England” you folks love. The standard for this is Medomsley, of course. But Ixworth‘s Greyhound comes close. And has added Grockle. Just to show how far behind I am blogwise, despite the 3 posts a day, this calorific feast came before the Bury St Edmunds Festival,… Continue reading AN IXWORTH SPECIAL
CROUCHING DINER, HIDDEN PEDIGREE
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
29.5mm
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
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