Highly tempted to skip the next two Wilters, because not much happened (Russ “Does it ever”). But as Maslow said, self-actualisation comes from doing your blog in the correct order and writing witty comments under photos. And it may give you the chance to berate me for slagging off a pub you like. I start… Continue reading SOMETIMES, ALL I NEED IS THE (WESTBURY PUB) AIR THAT I BREATHE
A LOAD OF OLD LACOCK
Three years next month since I started this blog, and it’s pleasing to note that the post titles are getting even worse. So are the pubs that enter the Beer Guide, by and large. But not always. Pub No.2 on the Great Wiltshire Almost Completion (GWAC) of 2018 lies in Whitley, just outside lovely but… Continue reading A LOAD OF OLD LACOCK
WILTING IN WILTS
A short break from Sussex while I attempted to finish irritable Wiltshire. You’ll already know how this one ends (here). Just to be clear, travelling the country, staying in cheap hotels and visiting English pubs (with or without a Chinese takeaway at the end of the day) is an absolute joy. But empty pubs and… Continue reading WILTING IN WILTS
OUTSIDE LOO JOY IN HADLOW DOWN
Once we get back from Ayr (if we’re not burnt to a crisp as we re-enter England), I need to add some tags, as youngsters call them, to recent posts. Worryingly, the most common tags will be “closed pub” “Ugh !” and “outside loos“. At least the last of those are always a joy, and… Continue reading OUTSIDE LOO JOY IN HADLOW DOWN
THE SEAFORD TICKERS
Ah, found the rest of my Seaford photo cache. Some more dramatic coastline, actually only a few minutes from the Golden Galleon at Exceat Bridge. But more dramatic than that was the realisation, as I passed the Wellington, that I’d been there before. And had no recollection of it at all. But there it was… Continue reading THE SEAFORD TICKERS
IDENTIFYING ROCK STARS IN THE SEAFORD OLD BOOT
June is turning into my “Seaside Month“, with GBG ticks from Thanet to Ayr. Ayr could do with Thanet’s micro pubs, I can tell you. Next stop, dangerously close to Beachy Head, is mysterious Seaford. Mysterious in that I couldn’t remember ever going there, having clearly confused it with Littlehampton, world centre of mobility scooters.… Continue reading IDENTIFYING ROCK STARS IN THE SEAFORD OLD BOOT
LAUGHTON LOO LAUGHS
Some folk may think this blog a bit obsessed with urinals; just wait till you’re as old as me. More short posts about Sussex compiled on dodgy WiFi in a campervan in Ayr for you, starting with the Roebuck in Laughton. The Roebuck is what we call a destination pub, but manages to retain a… Continue reading LAUGHTON LOO LAUGHS
EMBER ECSTASY IN HAYWARD’S HEATH
OK, there’s two lies there for a start. The Red Lion was rubbish, and it’s strictly in Lindfield, but I doubt anyone bar Mudgie knows where either place is. The next few posts are all Sussex, which is decidedly more than a seaside town for hipsters. I can now travel on the railway to Brighton… Continue reading EMBER ECSTASY IN HAYWARD’S HEATH
MY PART IN THE GREAT CO2 SHORTAGE OF 2018
No, not the bubbles in Prosecco, but my consumption of pints of soda water while driving BRAPA round rural Cambridge must have tipped the supply of CO2 over the edge. Not that I’d have known what CO2 was, having scraped a CSE Grade 4 by spelling my name right in 1981. Anyway, 3 new ticks… Continue reading MY PART IN THE GREAT CO2 SHORTAGE OF 2018
IDENTIFYING THE NUMBER FOUR
More BRAPA fun on the Wednesday, with Simon by now 12 ticks to the good and none the worse for wear (I’m kidding, he looked terrible). My first taxi service of the day took us to the eastern extremes of Cambridgeshire, home of my first girlfriend and a Greene King dog called Dave (unconnected). The… Continue reading IDENTIFYING THE NUMBER FOUR
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