Now I’ve retrieved the photos that mysteriously disappeared when I last crossed back into England at Carter Bar, I can bring you a report from what should have been my last tick in the Scottish Borders. This would have been my first completed GBG county in Scotland, so I’m feeling the loss keenly. You… Continue reading INTO THE EYEMOUTH OF THE STORM
FISHING FOR BASS IN LYME REGIS
Our last day in Dorset (the eldest son had run out of bread to make himself sandwiches); a quick lunch in Lyme Regis. Here’s an under-pinked slice of Navigator. Lyme is the last stop for the Beer Guide before Devon, and a merciless sea of inaccessible GBG ticks that can wait until I have… Continue reading FISHING FOR BASS IN LYME REGIS
PILING ON THE PALMERS
The last knockings in Bridport, and back to the 21st century at the Spoons, where I took my usual art shot. And had a fourth refill of Flat White. We couldn’t be bothered to have another pasta in the campervan, so searched options for an early tea. Can’t be hard at 5.30 on a wet… Continue reading PILING ON THE PALMERS
ODDFELLOWS
Next stop after the Tiger was the Pursuit of Hoppiness, which eagle-eyed readers will recall me writing about at the time, which feels about 100 posts ago. Top beer, big choice, a cert for a future Beer Guide. What GBG future that leaves trad Palmers pubs like the Oddfellows, I have no idea. Out… Continue reading ODDFELLOWS
“HOW CAN YOU NOT LIKE CHEESE ? CHEESE IS LIFE “. PUB PHILOSOPHY AT BRIDPORT’S TIGER
Our stroll along Bridport‘s main drag presented a mixed town with some oddly priced reading matter. There’s a good string of pubs, not all of them Palmers either. Next stop for us was the Greyhound. I assume we won’t see many Spoons in towns smaller than this in the future, so they are to be… Continue reading “HOW CAN YOU NOT LIKE CHEESE ? CHEESE IS LIFE “. PUB PHILOSOPHY AT BRIDPORT’S TIGER
BEER & FOOD MATCHING – PALMERS 200 & LADY BOBWOMBLE’S BROWNIES
I can put it off no longer. After what seems like tmonths of build-up and multiple diversionary tactics, here’s Bridport. Part I, anyway. I’ve been wanting to visit the town properly for two decades, with a sole flying visit in 1995 now long forgotten. That means Stranraer is newly top of my “To See” list;… Continue reading BEER & FOOD MATCHING – PALMERS 200 & LADY BOBWOMBLE’S BROWNIES
THE CLEETHORPES CHALLENGE
Since I’m here, I may as well tell you about my last Lincolnshire GBG tick for the year. Hopefully this will inspire young Simon to up his game and get to Cleethorpes (5 Guide pubs, scary nightclubs and 5 donuts for a quid). I’d be interested in lifeafterfootball‘s view on Cleethorpes; if your only experience… Continue reading THE CLEETHORPES CHALLENGE
DON’T HIDE YOUR BASS
A quick post from Sunny Cleethorpes, not that you’ll see it named on the screensave from Google Maps, which clearly believes Humberston is a city. It really is sunny, though I’ll bet Skeggy is still bracing today. Rather brighter than my trip a year ago, when I failed to tell you the town has a… Continue reading DON’T HIDE YOUR BASS
SHADRACK THROWN IN THE FIRE OF TOO MANY BEERS
BRAPA gives you fake punk references, I give you the 3rd book of Daniel, prompted by this typically obscure Dorset street name. Burton Bradstock was our lunch stop en route to the mythical city of Bridport. It was also a chance for us to ruin our walking boots along the coastal path. Hard to imagine,… Continue reading SHADRACK THROWN IN THE FIRE OF TOO MANY BEERS
I COME TO BURY THE EAST ANGLIAN BEER FESTIVAL, AND TO PRAISE IT
You’ll know my thoughts on Beer Festivals, TOO MANY BEERS. But I’d promised the estimable Andrew from West Suffolk CAMRA I’d pop along to their big East Anglian bash, and I’m a man of my word. The train from Waterbeach to Bury SE went via Ely, allowing me to experience the journey undertaken by… Continue reading I COME TO BURY THE EAST ANGLIAN BEER FESTIVAL, AND TO PRAISE IT
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