OUR FORTUNES SWELL IN FORTUNESWELL

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  I can’t say I’m surprised how basic the Portland pubs are; neighbouring Weymouth is also a haven for lovers of unreconstructed boozers. Those in Portland seem to rotate their Guide places, so we get a second GBG newbie, and folk saying “Why didn’t you go in the Royal/Britannia/Add Your Choice ?”. Everyone must be… Continue reading OUR FORTUNES SWELL IN FORTUNESWELL

PORTLAND SOCIAL CLUB – THE DIFFICULT SECOND ALBUM

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Our Sunday entertainment concluded on the sceptered Isle of Portland, a 90 minute walk from the Wyke Smuggler.  It would have been an hour if we’d stuck to the path, rather than the sand and pebbles, but where’s the fun in that ? Here’s a delightful bit of OS map.  Note how the straight lines… Continue reading PORTLAND SOCIAL CLUB – THE DIFFICULT SECOND ALBUM

ENDING THE WINCHESTER CRAWL IN THE OLD GAOLHOUSE

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  Grief this is feeling like a long old haul. Nearly there though. Next stop was the Queen, a real outlier that takes you through the attractive streets south of the Cathedral. Goodness know how we made it past the Wykeham without a stop there, but no doubt the Pride was drinking well without our… Continue reading ENDING THE WINCHESTER CRAWL IN THE OLD GAOLHOUSE

SINGING “COCKLES & MUSSELS, DOOM BAR NBSS 4.0, OH”

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Premiership winning interlude over, back to the South coast. So you’ve heard about a “pub” that shuts on Saturday for private functions, and a craft beer bar with trestle tables and ’80s vinyl, what about Proper Pubs ? How about the Eclipse, which enchanted and disappointed a year ago ? That was on a midweek… Continue reading SINGING “COCKLES & MUSSELS, DOOM BAR NBSS 4.0, OH”

“STUFF YOUR WEDDING, WINCHESTER; I NEED A PUB TICK”

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Having delivered BRAPA into the warm bosom of the Fens, it was time for Mrs RM and I to set off in our campervan for Bridport. The M25 and M3 (now “intelligent”) were quite accommodating, but I’d had enough driving by the time we got to Winchester, and there were two ticks there.  I always… Continue reading “STUFF YOUR WEDDING, WINCHESTER; I NEED A PUB TICK”