“What have you been writing about me NOW ?” screamed Mrs RM as we set off down the A59. I’d forgot she very occasionally reads this stuff. So, by way of correction, can I say that Mrs RM was walking at a perfectly brisk pace yesterday, as you need to be when trudging through a field of… Continue reading PRESTON – SEEING THE LIZARDS IN THE BLACK HORSE
MORECAMBE – JAM JARS WITH HANDLES
Another emergency post to meet the tourist needs of Gareth, who is clearly escaping to the right side of the Pennines for a break. Morecambe was our family trip from Preston yesterday, £23 being a third of the price of a trek into the Lakes. That’s the best thing about Morecambe; you get the views… Continue reading MORECAMBE – JAM JARS WITH HANDLES
XB IN THIMBLEBY
Working through my One Drive revealed a few upsides to Lincolnshire I’d neglected to tell you about during my rant about “Gastropubisation“. Memory fades fast once you get north of 30. Another contender for “Dick & Dave’s big Lincs Adventure” is the Durham Ox in Thimbleby, which is a decent name, but not a patch… Continue reading XB IN THIMBLEBY
CAMBRIDGE’S PUNTER – NICE GARDEN, SHAME ABOUT THE GLASS
These short posts may lack drama, but they’re certainly helping me clean up my One Drive (I don’t understand, ask Mrs RM). Some of the photos are upside down and I can’t work out what they are. Inspired by Pint & Pubs, we seem to be visiting quite a few Cambridge pubs this year on… Continue reading CAMBRIDGE’S PUNTER – NICE GARDEN, SHAME ABOUT THE GLASS
A DECENT ARKELL’S 3B IN ASCOT
In case you’re wondering, this is what a 20 minute post looks like. I’m only writing this up because Arkell’s gets such bad press, and has so few of it’s pubs in the Beer Guide. More than BrewDog or Mallinson though. As you’re no doubt bored stiff of me saying; “There’s nowt such thing as… Continue reading A DECENT ARKELL’S 3B IN ASCOT
BASS & BAD PLANNING IN BLACKFORDBY
While Burton is unquestionably the place to spend a drunken evening (Bass or Joules carry-out into Balti Towers), the old mining villages of the National Forest have some of my favourite unpretentious pubs. I’ve written about Swadlincote and Ashby recently, and I ought to revisit the Three Horseshoes in Whitwick before it becomes an Ember Inn… Continue reading BASS & BAD PLANNING IN BLACKFORDBY
A WALK FROM CAMBRIDGE STATION
Dick (or was it Dave ?) noted I’ve taken the reference to walking 10 miles a day off the blog. I wish all Americans were as observant. I’m still walking decent distances most days, but it gets tough slogging it out round the flatlands of Cambridgeshire when I’m not out travelling to proper places. Mrs RM… Continue reading A WALK FROM CAMBRIDGE STATION
JOY UNCONFINED AT CAMBERLEY’S EMBER INN
If ever there was a post produced without enthusiasm, this is it. Blame Tom Irvin. You’re not even getting a map extract. This is the “Contractual Obligation” of blogging, and anyone who knows their Python will know that LP contains the underrated “All Things Dull and Ugly“, which sums up the subject of this piece. Ember… Continue reading JOY UNCONFINED AT CAMBERLEY’S EMBER INN
FIRST OF THE SUMMER WHINE
Sunday’s beer garden joy in Welford reminded me we’re coming to the time when non-smokers suddenly wish smokers were back in the pub, instead of contaminating their fresh air. Whingers. When the weather is nice, should the pub smoking ban be reversed to force the smokers indoors and leave the beer garden smelling nicer? —… Continue reading FIRST OF THE SUMMER WHINE
TOP 100 PUBS – WHARF INN, WELFORD
I’m debating whether to tell you about the Ember Inn in Camberley. It’s as bad as it sounds, but not in a good way. Think the 3rd Millennium novel, or Tin Machine II. No doubt there’ll be a locust infestation when Simon gets there in 2032. If you ask for it, you get it. But… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – WHARF INN, WELFORD
retiredmartin 