Having made the effort to get to Denver for a tick, it seemed churlish not to make a first visit for 25 years to the other, non-Guided, village pub. A post-emptive, as we pros call it. Ideally I bring you a host of village highlights as well, but this is Norfolk, so all you get… Continue reading POST-EMPTIVES ON THE EDGE OF DOWNHAM MARKET
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A MILD MONDAY IN CAMBRIDGE
Back home in Cambridge for a few days, with ambitions to clear some of those irritating unticked pubs in Essex and London. But Day 1 was a wash-out, literally, as Storm Franklin put paid to ALL trains from Waterbeach to London. Mind, it was worse in Rotherham; Never mind ticks then, I had to get… Continue reading A MILD MONDAY IN CAMBRIDGE
A PINCHED TICK IN PINCHBECK
Not gonna lie; Lincolnshire is the worst English GBG county for beer quality, perhaps Bedfordshire is a little worse for pub quality as at least Lincs has Grantham and Louth. But my licking of Lincs concludes in the Fens near Greater Boston, a fine place to finish. Last year Wyberton Fen, this year Pinchbeck. Us… Continue reading A PINCHED TICK IN PINCHBECK
A POSTCARD FROM THORNTON-LE-DALE
My parents are getting a bit of help with daily tasks, which means they’ll be less pressure on me to fix my Dad’s remote control from Sheffield. The lovely lady helping out is a family friend who recently had a holiday up in the North Yorkshire Moors. If there’s one thing Mum likes it’s me… Continue reading A POSTCARD FROM THORNTON-LE-DALE
TOP 100 PUBS – THE SCARBROUGH HOTEL, LEEDS
21 September 2021. Yes, that’s how far I am behind on these posts, which I’m temporarily having to type with chubby fingers on the phone. It’ll probably mean the photos look odd again but tough. 15 minutes from Shipley to Leeds. 15 minutes dominated by suits talking about “factoring in disbursements”, which sounds like a… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – THE SCARBROUGH HOTEL, LEEDS
JOCKEYING FOR POSITION IN MIDDLEHAM
Oh yes, it’s back to the obvious blog titles now as we veer south to Middleham, home of the Dales horsey racing community (apparently). 825 souls served by 4 pubs, a chippy and more Bed & Breakfasts than the whole of Middlesbrough. It’s a gorgeous village with cobbled market place desecrated by vehicles. Including ours.… Continue reading JOCKEYING FOR POSITION IN MIDDLEHAM
THE SINGULAR CHARM OF LEIGH, MANCHESTER
I took James for his second Covid vaccination this morning; he could have walked the mile to the west of Sheffield but he seemed particularly keen to be back in time for work. Such dedication to a job, particularly one done entirely from home, is surely to be commended, and contrasts sharply from my own… Continue reading THE SINGULAR CHARM OF LEIGH, MANCHESTER
WICKER MEN, PUB WOMAN
Back home ! 29 Beer Guide ticks up, but sadly none in Orkney (and there’s none to do in Shetland as Bill has drunk all the Doom Bar). So I can return to blogging on the laptop, and bring you proper maps (stops at Greggs at Carlisle services NOT shown). You’ve already seen the mysteries… Continue reading WICKER MEN, PUB WOMAN
STEW, STEWED*
Two days into Tier 2, and I have a magnificent ZERO new GBG ticks. Whether anyone can beat that is another matter. Duncan isn’t allowed to leave his Paisley patch, and BRAPA is stuck in Tier 2 watching Westerns. At the moment I’m otherwise occupied (details to follow), and though I have to pass through… Continue reading STEW, STEWED*
BLACK SHEEP ON THE IRON BRIDGE
To the bridge ! First stop here for a decade, and it was good to see the Friday evening daytrippers out in decent numbers, drawn by free parking and Holdens Bitter. Not quite the honeypot of Bewdley or Bilston, but there’s little better than a stroll over the Iron Bridge. And back again. Takes,… Continue reading BLACK SHEEP ON THE IRON BRIDGE
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