Sadly (for me, if not you) loads of Norfolk posts for the next week. If you like Norfolk you probably a) live in Islington and wear a pashmina or scarf or b) are confusing it with the Virginian one. Great Yarmouth isn’t really Norfolk, of course, anymore than Stockport is part of Manchester. I joined… Continue reading “A DREADED SUNNY DAY, SO I MEET YOU AT THE (YARMOUTH) CEMETRY GATES”
OCTOBER ’18 STOCKTAKE + NOVEMBER PREVIEW
Tradition dictates that I bring you my monthly highlights and forward look about this time. Scarily, despite knocking out 60 posts in October, I’ve still got twenty-three reports to bring you from the last week, including one with this little fella. So I’ll keep the awards to the pubs I’ve reported on in October.… Continue reading OCTOBER ’18 STOCKTAKE + NOVEMBER PREVIEW
“BASS ?”
Having dumped BRAPA at Huntingdon station I trudged back to Waterbeach to feed Matt. I have a phobia about being at home at the best of times, but Saturday Night in Cambridgeshire is always an ordeal. But redemption was at hand. @NHS_Martin You won’t have to go far for a few days pic.twitter.com/MmahP4A9t1 — Saimon… Continue reading “BASS ?”
A (PUB)MAN NEEDS A (MER)MAID
It was so much fun being BRAPA’s taxi the other week that I’m going to do it again this Saturday. Come along to Comberton and cheer us on (actually, that’ll be local taxi firms demonstrating against me nicking their business). Pub No.5 for Si was the Mermaid (he was saving the sixth for Peterborough, with… Continue reading A (PUB)MAN NEEDS A (MER)MAID
PHEASANTS AND PEASANTS
Finally on BRAPA A14 2018 (T-Shirts available) we go gastro. Two destination dining pubs in tiny villages just south of the A14 to finish, with the Pheasant in Keyston enjoying an unbroken run in the Guide dating back beyond Cromwell. This was a key target for Si, marking the western outpost of Cambs/Hunts, and frankly… Continue reading PHEASANTS AND PEASANTS
“I’VE BEEN THROUGH THE PUB DESERT FOR A CAT WITH NO NAME”
First rule of blogging. Stick a pub cat in there somewhere. Even if the Landlord can’t be bothered to name it. Simon and I called him Mudgie. Or Madgie if it was a girl, I didn’t look/ask. Pub 3 was the Duke’s Arms in Burton Latimer. My top readers, i.e. the Americans, will remember this… Continue reading “I’VE BEEN THROUGH THE PUB DESERT FOR A CAT WITH NO NAME”
BRAPA AND THE DUKES
I was a bit conflicted on which photo to lead with today. BRAPA’s camouflage shirt that helps him hide from irate microbrewery owners, or this one; Face it, how often do you get the award-winning, flame-resistant Ullage, Quality Street and a Tardis* in the same shot ? Quite simply, the Duke’s Head in Woodford is… Continue reading BRAPA AND THE DUKES
THE BRAPA HUNT(S) VOL 1 – THE BROMSWOLD
When I started this blogging lark I never dreamed it would lead me to meet such legends as Mr Protz, Tom Irvin, or Citra, a bloke who casually drops his heart attack into his latest pub review. But the biggest prize of all is the privilege of driving BRAPA and his green pen around rural… Continue reading THE BRAPA HUNT(S) VOL 1 – THE BROMSWOLD
THE GBG PILGRIM’S PROGRESS TO PAVENHAM
“Oh deep joy, another Bedfordshire pub” said no-one ever. But this was my last one (see lovely pinked page 36 above) from a meagre four newbies, none of which will have BRAPA wishing he’d returned to Beds this year. But Pavenham has it’s merits. A few miles north of the county town, in the… Continue reading THE GBG PILGRIM’S PROGRESS TO PAVENHAM
HEY HO, LET’S GO. TO HEYFORD
Another “Last GBG Pub In The County” for you, and more evidence that Northamptonshire is an underrated pubby gem (don’t argue, I’ll fight ya). Even more so than, say, Dorset or Gwent, Northants throws up villages seemingly untouched by progress, reflected in the pubs. Last year we had the magical Three Horseshoes in Ecton,… Continue reading HEY HO, LET’S GO. TO HEYFORD
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