I know I promised an awards issue but I’m still taking legal advice on one of the winners; sorry if you’ve dressed up especially. Where were we ? Ah, Fagan’s. We headed into town, pausing to admire Tetley and Gilmour’s liveries. Guess which one of these is in the GBG. Tier 3 is no better… Continue reading IT’S A BREADCAKE !
The return journey from Glasgow to Manchester was uneventful, bar a succession of Spanish students sticking their phones in my recharging point and leaving them buzzing all the way to Lancaster. Come Thursday, with an arduous day out in Preston ahead, I settled on a quiet day in Chorley, capital of the bit between Bolton… Continue reading COTTONING ON TO CHORLEY’S CHARMS, IS IT BAPS OR IS IT BARMS ?
Baps. Or Cobs. Or rolls. Or whatever you call them. But never muffins. One of the best indicators of Proper Pub, along with mobility scooters and stolen goods, is a supply of baps behind the counter, available throughout the day. On that basis the Black Horse west of Durham City scores highly. You even get… Continue reading BAPS & BOMBARDIER