From Herefordshire (leaving one straggler in Luston to complete the county) we headed over the border into Gloucestershire. The border is the dashed line, painted by drunk Victorian workers in 1857. Why can’t we have straight county/state boundary lines like the Americans ? I was last in Newent the week before lockdown, behaving like nothing… Continue reading NOTHING POSH ABOUT NEWENT
Tag: Black Dog
FAREWELL, GRIFFIN PARK
The important thing to remember when you’re a pub blogger is to not to get crumbs in your laptop jump on every bandwagon; Good evening all and welcome to week 4 of #SADCASE (Si’s Ale & Dice Cleaning Adventure Social Exclusion). I rolled a 2 so am drinking Love Over Gold by Bad Co whilst… Continue reading FAREWELL, GRIFFIN PARK
AN INADVISABLE WALK TO THE BLACK DOG
On a roll now, I stopped ten minutes back down the line to Barrow, at Askam (not to be confused with Askham up the road, unless you’re BRAPA. Loads of Beer Guide pubs round here, nearly all remote (compared to Kendall, anyway) and promising much. Starting with the one on Askam Station’s doorstep, which was… Continue reading AN INADVISABLE WALK TO THE BLACK DOG
PUB PHILOSOPHY IN EVERARDS COUNTRY
First of all, I send my best wishes to Simon Everitt as he attempts the Everest of pub-going that is Aylesbury. Should he not survive, I’d like to register a pre-emptive claim on his marker pens. Safer ground for me east of Leicester, which sounds like a Michael Palin play waiting to be written. As… Continue reading PUB PHILOSOPHY IN EVERARDS COUNTRY
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