I hope you appreciate that pubs can be good despite average beer, or dreary despite exceptional ale. These four ticks in West Wilts were a mix of all that makes pub visiting our national pastime (after whippet racing), but the Lock Inn Cafe tested the patience. Bradford-on-Avon really is the Skipton of the South-West. A… Continue reading “Please come to the bar to be seated”
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LIPSMACKIN’ CHEPSTOW
You’ll be delighted to hear that, following discussions between myself and our readers in Kent and Ireland, brokered by Kofi Annan, I have agreed to discontinue the weird “paint effect” filter. Instead, I bring you Chepstow in black and white, which I hope you like. Actually, it looked like a black and white town in… Continue reading LIPSMACKIN’ CHEPSTOW
A BATH BLASPHEMY IN HOTWELLS
An evening in Bristol revealed yet more new architectural and pubby discoveries, the supply of great street art seemingly endless. Hotwells is the suburb connecting the centre to Clifton, home to the brilliant Bag o’Nails which gets its own post later, and not just because of the cats. Round the corner is the Myrtle Tree… Continue reading A BATH BLASPHEMY IN HOTWELLS
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