I can’t believe I forgot the Blue Lamp when I told you I had three (3) new GBG ticks in Aberdeen. Four (4) new (to me, anyway) Guide entries in an evening are riches indeed, only pipped by Kirkwall; I may yet do that ferry to Kirkwall (see the map) one way or the other.… Continue reading LIGHTS ON AT THE BLUE LAMP
Tag: Aberdeen
TIME FOR A NETTLE PORTER & PORK SCRATCHINGS IN FIERCE
Aberdeen is one of the top 10 great pub cities in the UK. No, really. I had four (not three) new GBG entries to visit since my pre Covid trip, and other Temptations (not those ones) lay on every corner. The Grampians are home to one of the UK’s top craft breweries, and I interrupted… Continue reading TIME FOR A NETTLE PORTER & PORK SCRATCHINGS IN FIERCE
THE GRANITE CITY
A third new GBG pub in Aberdeen in an hour (and I’ve just remembered there was a fourth so I’ve already lied to you), as I reach the network of bars around Golden Square. Aberdeen was looking splendid early evening, if a bit quieter than pre-Covid. Back to the craft trail (I wasn’t collecting stickers,… Continue reading THE GRANITE CITY
THE UNEXPECTED THRILL OF NEWTONHILL
Onto Aberdeenshire, home to long-distance Blackpool fans and one of my most rabid commentators. I’m sure Karen and Scott are both thrilled that Aberdeen is now the world centre of craft. I did three of those that day, just the new GBG ticks, starting in Newtonhill. A gorgeous dormitory town with a bay full of… Continue reading THE UNEXPECTED THRILL OF NEWTONHILL
FITTIE AND FITBA IN ABERDEEN
I am so woke (if not actually awake) I’m able to give obscure Aberdeenshire villages their preferred names; the same applies to our national sport. Not content with my first Highland League fixture, I made Sunday the designated “Watch Scottish football on TV in a pub” day. Where better than famed Belhaven boozer Ma Cameron’s… Continue reading FITTIE AND FITBA IN ABERDEEN
FRIDAY NIGHT IS CRAFT NIGHT IN ABERDEEN
WARNING : CONTAINS CRAFT 5pm on a Friday night on the mean streets of central Aberdeen. Mrs RM was still turning the University IT off and on again, I was lugging around my overnight bag (mainly phone rechargers), and I had no new GBG ticks to do, unless I jumped on the ferry to Orkney.… Continue reading FRIDAY NIGHT IS CRAFT NIGHT IN ABERDEEN
THE THRILL OF THE GRILL
While I’d been slogging my way up to the Highlands and round the Moray coast towards Aberdeen, Mrs RM had taking the easy option of a Logan Air flight from Southend. I think you should demand she blogs about Southend, you know. She’ll have had this view as the plane bumbled towards Trump Airport in… Continue reading THE THRILL OF THE GRILL
ABERDEEN – IT’S A WRAP
My last Aberdeen post, promise. I met Mrs RM at the Marischal, looking lovelier than ever (Mrs RM, not the Marischal). Any plans I had to take Mrs RM on a tour of Aberdeen’s famous pubs went out of the window; whether due to that evening in the Krakatoa or the cumulative effect of IT… Continue reading ABERDEEN – IT’S A WRAP
SCRATCHING THE AITCHIE’S ITCH
Back in Aberdeen, via the hospital and every possible bus stop in the western suburbs, I pondered three things over flat whites in the Archibald Simpson. a) I would never have another beer, ever. b) It was my own fault. c) I couldn’t just sit in Wetherspoons nursing a coffee for five hours till Mrs… Continue reading SCRATCHING THE AITCHIE’S ITCH
QUEASY IN OLDMELDRUM
Our last day in Aberdeen. It was only three days, though reading these posts may have aged you by months. I set off from the bus stop right outside the Northern Hotel (good rooms, dull breakfast). The KFC next door was open till 3am for late night chips, the direct bus service has slightly less… Continue reading QUEASY IN OLDMELDRUM
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