You left us in Rutherfords, contemplating whether to start a game of skittles and just work through the beers/gins. But drinking on an empty stomach remains a daft notion, even in Scotland, and we set off over the cobbles for Cobbles. Or “Cobbles Freehouse & Dining“, just to emphasise that we were going to get… Continue reading YOU CAN’T HURRY KELSO
A SENSIBLE NIGHT IN KELSO ALWAYS AVOIDS TREPANNING AFTER GIN
Don’t oversell your blog posts, folks. Last 3 things said by @christinet50 "More gin""The spoons won't reach""Phil Collins"Going to be a good blog from #Kelso pic.twitter.com/Q6PwFQqK2K — Martin Taylor (@NHS_Martin) February 18, 2018 Unless you’ve got something really important to say like the availability of flat Bass in a proper pub, anyway. One night… Continue reading A SENSIBLE NIGHT IN KELSO ALWAYS AVOIDS TREPANNING AFTER GIN
JARL, AND THE SEARCH FOR A THIRD HEART IN COLDSTREAM
I could have lumped The Castle in with the Besom on the previous post but I find writing more than 500 words tiring as I reach extreme old age. Even BRAPA is cutting back on those “Moby Dick” length posts these days. Onto the Castle Hotel. Looking at the Google extract now, it’s evident there’s… Continue reading JARL, AND THE SEARCH FOR A THIRD HEART IN COLDSTREAM
DISDAIN FOR HARRY KANE IN THE BESOM
I’m not sure Mrs RM is enjoying her contract in the Borders as much as I am; I hope the tired Greene King IPA and deep fried haggis at our hotel are compensation for being shouted at because Scots can’t find the “On” button. Only one day ’till Kelso, which I hope you’ll find… Continue reading DISDAIN FOR HARRY KANE IN THE BESOM
A GAME BIRD IN THE BORDERS
Not every pub in the Beer Guide is worthy of a post, unless BRAPA is in there, when all the weirdos turn up at once. The fireplace (top) was the highlight of the Red Lion in Milfield, a pub I’ve been wanting to clear (not in the Highlands sense) for a while. It was drizzling… Continue reading A GAME BIRD IN THE BORDERS
WALLPAPER CHOICES IN WEST THIRSTON
I’m up to date, now, so this blog can be strictly chronological ’till I run out of material and dig out photos of me in shorts drinking Tizer on a Leiston caravan park. Pray it never gets to that stage. Five posts from the trip to Kelso and back (rejected title for a Saxon… Continue reading WALLPAPER CHOICES IN WEST THIRSTON
FROM ST. RADEGUND TO THE ABBEY
Some of you, no doubt Mrs RM, probably think I spend all my time travelling to and drinking in pubs. Nothing could be further from the truth. At least 10% of my life is spent carefully inserting errors in this blog for Russ to find, and 3% is spent searching Google maps for a good… Continue reading FROM ST. RADEGUND TO THE ABBEY
MALTESE PROS & CONS
I know you only want to read about BBBs in grim northern towns and bucolic southern villages, so I promise this my last Malteser. Sir Quinno asked if Malta was worth a visit. Yes, and you need at least 5 days. Assuming you’re not going for the sun. PROS 1) Churches. Some of the best… Continue reading MALTESE PROS & CONS
DON’T BE A BOZO, GO TO GOZO
I see our North American readers have been whining about WordPress again this morning. It’s always something with them. They should try posting comments on some blogs (BRAPA) which require you to pass an IQ test before being accepted as “Not a Russian bot“. Technology causes me pain, too. The last of my Malta… Continue reading DON’T BE A BOZO, GO TO GOZO
MAD ABOUT MAIDSTONE
I have to be careful what I say about Maidstone; one of my top readers lives there (probably in the posh bit with a long name). A town best known, of course, for the best Travelodge in the country. This was my first trip to Maidstone for 3 years, which is a long time… Continue reading MAD ABOUT MAIDSTONE
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