Two down in Dumfries, four to go. But first a little tourism. With the Burns centre and the Bruce pub, it helps if you like Roberts. Sadly no Cure museum, though the Coach & Horses had plenty of their stuff on the jukebox. I thought Dumfries would be smarter; it looked unchanged since the ’70s… Continue reading “WAIT HERE TO BE SEATED”
Tag: Born in the Borders
BYE BYE BUCCLEUCH, BYE BYE BORDERS
Mrs RM finishes her Scottish IT assignment this week. I’ll be pleased to have her home. It does mean the end of six months spent in country house hotels like the Buccleuch (“book-loo“) and views like this on St Cuthberts Way. We don’t have views like that in Waterbeach. It’s very flat. I made Mrs… Continue reading BYE BYE BUCCLEUCH, BYE BYE BORDERS
BORDERING ON THE MAGICAL
My last Scottish Borders tick, which some of you Dave will remember being unexpectedly closed on the busiest lunchtime of the year so far, causing me to be unexpectedly grumpy. Most people would never return, but I don’t have that luxury if I’m ever going achieve the prize, so a month later I’m back. But… Continue reading BORDERING ON THE MAGICAL
GOTHENBURGS – NEW GLORIES IN NEWTONGRANGE
Phew. I thought I’d lost my photos of the Dean Tavern in Newtongrange, yet another highlight of my Borders Bonanza (as history will record it). Not that it would matter, as the Pubmeister did a sterling job of capturing its glories last month. Duncan’s piece tells you all you need to know about… Continue reading GOTHENBURGS – NEW GLORIES IN NEWTONGRANGE
A GAME BIRD IN THE BORDERS
Not every pub in the Beer Guide is worthy of a post, unless BRAPA is in there, when all the weirdos turn up at once. The fireplace (top) was the highlight of the Red Lion in Milfield, a pub I’ve been wanting to clear (not in the Highlands sense) for a while. It was drizzling… Continue reading A GAME BIRD IN THE BORDERS
PIGEON CHESS IN GALASHIELS
I can’t speak for Charles, who was oddly obsessed with Bathgate, but I’d really been looking forward to Galashiels, which I’d assumed to be the jewel of the Borders (a bit like you might assume that Wrexham is the jewel of the Marches). It’s possible I was influenced by the knowledge that “Kayleigh” was inspired here.… Continue reading PIGEON CHESS IN GALASHIELS
