Back to Pompey, or more properly Southsea, one of the great pubbing areas in the world, along with Stockport, Bewdley and the Amber Valley. Oddly, Portsmouth itself is looking like a GBG desert, as this extract from the GBG App shows. Yes, Southsea must have one of the highest concentrations of GBG pubs per head… Continue reading NO BURSTING THE SOUTHSEA BUBBLE
THE DREGS OF WORTHING
Odd one this. I’d arranged to meet John, the Wonder of Wittering, in Littlehampton for a seaside crawl. But our pub was unexpectedly shut (and wasn’t a micro). Even worse, I hadn’t had time to park up in my usual secret spot in Pompey and make the train across, so I was going to… Continue reading THE DREGS OF WORTHING
ARTFUL TEASING IN CHIDDINGFOLD
The odds of me headlining my last Surrey post with posh hand lotion were high, perhaps 88%. The alternative was this one. But you don’t want to lead with a toilet sign too often. So, back to Chiddingfold, a year after this atrocity; Both that horror in the Winterton Arms, and a previous pint… Continue reading ARTFUL TEASING IN CHIDDINGFOLD
PRIDE DRINKING WELL IN EARITH SLUICE
Back home, a day’s rest before we finally charged up the campervan and took it out on an exciting Good Friday trip. Just up the road from Greater Waterbeach, but it’s a start. There’s a website that tells you where you can park your campervan overnight for nothing, as long as you don’t need electricity… Continue reading PRIDE DRINKING WELL IN EARITH SLUICE
“Eyy !”
And so to the Thursday morning, and the long journey home to Waterbeach, via Dereham. Via lots of food stops. Starting with sour dough and creamed mushrooms round the corner from the Queen’s Head at Dubbin Gud Food, about as artisanal as Buxton gets. Apart from the Discount Store, of course. The journey home looks… Continue reading “Eyy !”
SHOOING AWAY CATS IN CHAPEL-EN-LE-FRITH
Last pub of the night, and a third Guide tick in as many hours. Wait till you see my GBG spreadsheet. Soon, Duncan, soon. Only ten minutes to Chapel, for seemingly my debut tick there. Is that possible ? Loads going on there, but I can only remember ever shooting past it on the A6,… Continue reading SHOOING AWAY CATS IN CHAPEL-EN-LE-FRITH
MISSING THE TRAIN FROM NEW MILLS – THE TRUTH
You go two years without a New Mills post and then you get two in a day ! I like to think you get the truth on this blog, dear reader. Perhaps not quite as candidly as young BRAPA, but even so. I await his Amber Valley Palma Violets post with interest. In a nutshell,… Continue reading MISSING THE TRAIN FROM NEW MILLS – THE TRUTH
HIGH HOPES, HIGH TABLES IN NEW MILLS
A motley collection of photos from New Mills, home to the second of our trio of modern micros. Charles and I pressed on without the good company of Paul, though with a photo of his legendary map for company. The walk along the Peak Forest Canal is surprisingly flat, but compensates with views quite scary… Continue reading HIGH HOPES, HIGH TABLES IN NEW MILLS
MICKEY MOUSE
That last post was a struggle. The best pub experiences are almost impossible to describe. That’s why I’ve never written about the Dead Poets Inn or Halcyon Quest, and possibly never will do. Reading back, I see I may have been a bit rude about micropubs. But Monk is tinier than the average micro, so… Continue reading MICKEY MOUSE
THE MERRY MONK OF BUXTON
Simon would do this justice, he really would. He’d have got the joy of a pub enjoyed by a diverse society, rather than just middle aged blokes sitting at high tables tapping away on Untappd. But Simon won’t ever come here, because Monk Buxton is a cocktail bar without cask beer that will never get in… Continue reading THE MERRY MONK OF BUXTON
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