I’d had Beccles down as the “poor man’s Bungay“; now I see it as a rich man’s Diss.  Only you can be the judge of whether that’s an improvement. A town of 10,000, which at least it has a railway station (trains to Ipswich or Lowestoft, very slowly), two Beer Guide pubs, and seemingly one… Continue reading BECCLES – (ANYTHING BUT) BORING BROWN & BITTER