July 2023. Cheshire. Real Cheshire. Before I start, guess what’s behind the (frankly pathetic) swing at my next pub. Answer at the end (DON’T LOOK YET DAVE !). A third pub in an hour as we whizzed through posh Cheshire (just north of Middlewich), and the inevitable reacquaintance with Messrs Brunning & Price at Bostock… Continue reading “A few hints on how things work”
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PRIDE DRINKING WELL ENOUGH IN CHISWICK
July 2023. Chiswick, London. Train tickets are so expensive these days (£40 Travelcard from Waterbeach) that you feel you need to get a full day’s value out of London. I remember making Mrs RM walk miles from King’s Cross when the Super-Off Peak ticket was £16.60 to save the cost of the tubes. Sensible people… Continue reading PRIDE DRINKING WELL ENOUGH IN CHISWICK
BONDING OVER ROQUITO PEPPERS IN BRITAIN’S SMALLEST TOWN
April 2023. I’d got my two Canterbury ticks in the bag by lunchtime (a lamb samosa); perhaps I’d stop and explore an unsung Kent town like Ashford Chartham on the way back to Rye. The train left Sturry from Platform 1 at 13:32. It was now 12:27. I spotted Platform 1 across the line and… Continue reading BONDING OVER ROQUITO PEPPERS IN BRITAIN’S SMALLEST TOWN
MORE BRUNNING & PRICE DAY KENNELS MASQUERADING AS PUBS
Tick 2 of 3 in South West London, and a first ever visit to Queenstown Road Station, which is an ideal spot to take a photo of That London. The Telegraph is the only GBG pub in a vast area of posh South West London loosely described as “Greater Chelsea”. Or Greater Fulham if I’m… Continue reading MORE BRUNNING & PRICE DAY KENNELS MASQUERADING AS PUBS
WHAT HAS WALES DONE TO DESERVE TO BE BRUNNING & PRICED ?
And you can read that how you like. From Chester, which is partly in Welsh, we converted our campervan into a full foreign holiday by crossing the border in pursuit of a few GBG ticks in North-East Wales. My giant spreadsheet showing the possible/hopeful/over-ambitious opening times for my 487 pub targets says of the Dinorben… Continue reading WHAT HAS WALES DONE TO DESERVE TO BE BRUNNING & PRICED ?
MORE CHESHIRE GASTRO PUB “FUN”
Yes, enough of the “better-than-expected” trendy café bars; it’s back to what makes Cheshire famous. Ancient gastropubs for retired gentlefolk in the middle of nowhere (well, far enough away from Crewe for comfort, anyway). Before the Cheshire mafia start their abuse, Cheshire is an attractive county and if I was legally compelled to take my… Continue reading MORE CHESHIRE GASTRO PUB “FUN”
PHYSICIAN, HEAL THYSELF – EDGBASTON EXCESS
A rare outing for Luke 4:23 on the blog as I return to the UK for those pubs you all love. High tables, foliage, irrelevant tat on the walls. Yes, I’m sure you’ve identified Brunning & Price disease already. A miserable drizzled walk out from confusing New Street Station, but at least I remembered my… Continue reading PHYSICIAN, HEAL THYSELF – EDGBASTON EXCESS
GETTING DAD OUT OF THE HOUSE
Whizzing thru’ these posts now so I can give you that report on IndyMan you’re desperate for. Today, my Dad is the cover star. He’s not quite ready for “BRAPA Dad” level adoration, I suspect. He still drives, mostly to the nearest golf course and garden centre, but I like to get him out of… Continue reading GETTING DAD OUT OF THE HOUSE
THE RIBBLE RIDDLE
Before you read the rest of this, can you name the pub chain from the photo above ? Course you can. Especially of I add “random tractor” and “too many pumps“. Anyway, another couple of Lancashire ticks in the beautiful Ribble valley. Loads going on the OS extract below. Witches, hills, a recent National… Continue reading THE RIBBLE RIDDLE
BRUNNING & PRICE KEEP FORMBY’S GARDENERS EMPLOYED
I finally left Southport after a Spoons breakfast enlivened by an Old Boy singing “I’ve had the time of my life” loudly to the barmaid. No problem with his rendition, but I resisted the beer. Breakfast decisions to be made in Southport Spoons. pic.twitter.com/9QxFN5nOAe — Martin Taylor (@NHS_Martin) April 30, 2018 If you study… Continue reading BRUNNING & PRICE KEEP FORMBY’S GARDENERS EMPLOYED
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