While Mrs RM took photos in the loos in Archie’s I headed across the road to the GBG newbie, Bar 236. Named after the number of passes completed in the Prestatyn Town v Mold Welsh League game on 17/11/2009, it’s another in Prestatyn’s canon of café-bars modelled on Hollyoaks. In the background you can see… Continue reading LYCRA ON OFFA’S DYKE
STEAK NIGHT IN PRESTATYN
I have three Welsh pubs to tell you about before I get back to comparing notes on Northampton with Messrs Mudgie and Coldwell again, and one of those is one of my Top 3 Pubs Ever, Ever. If you can tell me what it is before I get there I’ll send you a bottle of… Continue reading STEAK NIGHT IN PRESTATYN
ON THE BEACH
I don’t do anniversaries (luckily, neither does Mrs RM), but 18 May will always be Ian Curtis Day, a reminder of my morbid 16th year on the planet when I developed an unhealthy interest in Manchester (“He’s from Cheshire !” screams Mudgie). Rather like the Ramones, Ian and Joy Division are best known these days… Continue reading ON THE BEACH
ABERDARON – TIP TOP ON THE TIP OF THE LLYN
Next stop on Tuesday, Aberdaron, a place that had stared mournfully out at me from Page 606 of the Beer Guide as one of the most isolated entries. OK, it takes longer to get to Kettering via the A14 these days, but you know what I mean. Parked up in the National Trust car park… Continue reading ABERDARON – TIP TOP ON THE TIP OF THE LLYN
PHWOAR ! PWLLHELI
Two of the hardest words to spell in the Welsh language, here attempted in the same blog title. Phwoar would be a good word to describe our campervan stop at Foryd Bay south of Caernarfon, which I bring you here due to the joy of staring at Welsh OS extracts. We were moved on… Continue reading PHWOAR ! PWLLHELI
SNOWDON & PRAWN COCKTAIL CRISPS
On the Tuesday morning we reluctantly woke ourselves at 7am to get an early start on Snowdon, leaving this view from our layby in Conwy. Mrs RM has been telling folk on Facebook she’s climbing Snowdon for ages, so there was no turning back, despite the debilitating effects of the previous night’s exertions in the… Continue reading SNOWDON & PRAWN COCKTAIL CRISPS
TEACHING AMERICANS ABOUT BEER IN THE ALBION
From the Bank we wandered aimlessly for all of 7 seconds, ending up on the doorstep of Conwy’s “premier ale house“. Before I could say, “But Mrs RM, we have a mountain to climb tomorrow morning” she was in like a shot, staring round looking for craft, while I took photos of the floor. It’s… Continue reading TEACHING AMERICANS ABOUT BEER IN THE ALBION
TAKE IT TO THE BANC
More live blogging from North Wales, where Mrs RM has just conquered Snowdon. No Bass in the cafe at the top, so a wasted journey, but one less place to cross off the list of possible Bass venues. Mrs RM had been in training for the ascent for some hours, culminating in a four pints… Continue reading TAKE IT TO THE BANC
CONWY COINS IT
We’re staying wild in Conwy tonight in our campervan. The Americans we met tonight call it “Boondogging“, which sounds like a cross between something unmentionable and a Marston’s beer. What a gorgeous place this is, particularly when you’re not paying £80 a night to stay here. Down by the quayside, one pub was taking most… Continue reading CONWY COINS IT
WRECKED IN WRECSAM
Not strictly true, it was just a shared half of Mild in the birthplace of our greatest living haircut, but “Sober in Wrecsam” sounds rubbish. I’m back to instant blogging, this time from a pub looking out over the River Conwy while listening to Steely Dan and drinking this. I’ve had worse days. And Wrecsam/Wrexham… Continue reading WRECKED IN WRECSAM
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