“Where’s my Scottish pub !” you ask, tiring now of all this relentless natural beauty. HERE is your pub, the only one I saw in Tobermory with the Macdonald Arms seemingly closed. So let’s do the famous yellow one (someone painted it black a while ago and got lynched). The Mishnish seemed to have noise… Continue reading THE MISHNISH
Tag: Belhaven
PERTH PERFECTION
My second pub in Perth was one I’d already visited before, 20 years ago, but I felt sorry for it. When I marked up my new GBG in September (cross-checking) I missed the Old Ship Inn, having only added the words “Ship” on my spreadsheet back in 1999 (SuperCalc days). An intern would have spotted… Continue reading PERTH PERFECTION
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
HIDING THE REAL ALE IN A FORRES OF TENNENTS
As predicted by Stafford Paul, my second Forres tick is the Red Lion, a GBG legend apparently. It’s always the ones with the weird names. But first, it’s the sporrans in an army surplus store (top) and Fraser Bros award winning haggis you’re really here for. One thing’s for sure, you won’t starve in Scotland… Continue reading HIDING THE REAL ALE IN A FORRES OF TENNENTS
GOING UNDERGROUND – A FELTON MICRO
You may remember Felton‘s Foxes Den as the site of my latest failed attempt to visit a micro pub back in February. I tried again. It’s a pretty little stone village, clearly still at war with West Thirston just over the bridge, with its gastro pretensions and sports cars. Felton has the street art, the… Continue reading GOING UNDERGROUND – A FELTON MICRO
HIGHLAND LADDIE
Short read special day. One more new tick from the Solway coast, and another surprisingly traditional one. Nice bit of north Gower-like coastline, seemingly the playground of all of Carlisle’s retirees. We all like a good mud flat, don’t we ? And most folk like a traditional looking wet-led boozer in the middle of nowhere,… Continue reading HIGHLAND LADDIE
NO DOOM BAR IN DUNBAR
Well, perhaps there is. I didn’t do a thorough stocktake. I’d hate to think that Dunbarians (?) are missing out on the UK’s best-selling ale. Some good looking pubs though, as I headed back to the coast for my other GBG tick (that I was hoping wasn’t working on a 12-2 timetable). Perhaps the keg… Continue reading NO DOOM BAR IN DUNBAR
BELHAVEN ON THE ROCKS
Contrary to popular belief, I don’t do this blog just to keep Russ out of trouble, keeping him indoors drafting “witty” responses. Writing this rubbish is therapeutic, apparently, and trying to match photos to scruffy notes and construct a narrative invigorating. Next up, Dunbar. Yes, the Dunbar just visited by Duncan. A short day trip… Continue reading BELHAVEN ON THE ROCKS
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