This may be a short post as I’m waiting for Mrs RM to arrive back at Stansted, her bottle of Elvis Juice chilling in the fridge. The Plough at Coldharbour in the heart of the Surrey Hills was one of those pubs that I was sure I’d been to before. Duncan and Simon will know… Continue reading FRACKED OFF AT LEITH HILL
NO ROOM FOR CHRIS TAVARE ON THE CRANLEIGH WALL OF LEGENDS
Looking back at two days of Surrey photos, it’s fairly clear the new GBG pubs were decent enough, apart from that first one. Even better, most of them were in places I’d never heard of. And Cranleigh claims to be “nearly England’s biggest village“, which makes my ignorance shameful. Pubmeister may correct me, but… Continue reading NO ROOM FOR CHRIS TAVARE ON THE CRANLEIGH WALL OF LEGENDS
WHY DO I NEVER LEARN NOT TO GO FOR THE LOCAL BEER
You’ll notice a theme in this blog; the more I learn, the less I learn. Having been served beer soup with scum in it in the name of localism, I really should have taken the hint and stuck to mega brews. There were enough of those in the Sun in Dunfold, a pub with… Continue reading WHY DO I NEVER LEARN NOT TO GO FOR THE LOCAL BEER
RAISING A GLASS OF HAANDBRYGGERIET “DEATH TO ALL BUT METAL” TO STEPHEN HAWKING
I interrupt my tour of Surrey’s gastro horrors to pay homage to Stephen Hawking, a man bright enough to leave Oxford for Cambridge and its superior pubs as soon as he could. And of course, an inspiration to us all in overcoming the greatest challenges life throws at us. You’ll know Stephen as the man… Continue reading RAISING A GLASS OF HAANDBRYGGERIET “DEATH TO ALL BUT METAL” TO STEPHEN HAWKING
WOES IN THE WEALD
I was going to delight you with a report on one of the greatest pubs in the world, serving Bass from the jug to cheery folk on bench seats in front of a majestic fire*, but where’s the fun in that ? I know you really want to read about horrendous experiences in the… Continue reading WOES IN THE WEALD
AMBER VALLEY SATURDAY NIGHT MAGIC
We finished Derbyshires’s GBG entries at the White Hart, the Amber Valley Pub of the Year for the last 2 years, which says something about how long it takes to get in the Beer Guide. Nominally in Belper, but as you’ll see it’s in Bargate, or possibly Higher Holbrook. Anyway, a stiff uphill walk… Continue reading AMBER VALLEY SATURDAY NIGHT MAGIC
ANGELS IN BELPER
A third micro/bottle shop in a row as we approached the conclusion of Derbyshire. As so often the case, Pubmeister had beat me to it, leaving detailed instructions on what to drink at the Angels. Arriving in the market place on Saturday afternoon, it looked very shut. No doubt you noticed my mistake quicker than… Continue reading ANGELS IN BELPER
MICRO MANNERS IN DUFFIELD
A micro pub with proper seating, quality local ales, and pork pies. As they say, what’s not to like ? It was raining cats and ducks as we arrived at the station of one of southern Derbyshire’s poshest villages. The Amber Valley would have near the top of my list for a predicted boom… Continue reading MICRO MANNERS IN DUFFIELD
ARTISANAL ASHBOURNE
A night out with Mrs RM in the Amber Valley can’t really compete with a night out in Skegness with an Internal Auditor, but I did get more GBG ticks out of it. Starting with a quick trip to Ashbourne, where I’d promised Mrs RM gin. Note below the wilderness between Derby, the A50… Continue reading ARTISANAL ASHBOURNE
BOSTON : UP THE STUMP
Another post without NBSS ratings, but this time with some pubs for you North Americans to lust over. Who knows, I may even be able to persuade Dick & Dave to visit (come on market day) and visit a real boozer. Like the Britannia, Boston‘s gem (top and below). Actually, the Batemans sign had gone… Continue reading BOSTON : UP THE STUMP
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