“I’d live in a shed at the bottom of the garden and I’d never have a headache again” – Trowbridge delivers the goods.

Trowbridge is to Wiltshire what Leigh is to Lancashire, or Haverhill to Essex. But it was a joy, a JOY I tell you, to make a first trip back to the home of Ushers since we subjected our boys to the dodgiest Wetherspoons in the South a decade ago (bargain Curry Club, mind). Even the… Continue reading “I’d live in a shed at the bottom of the garden and I’d never have a headache again” – Trowbridge delivers the goods.

NO WHOOSH ! IN WREXHAM

Regular readers will know how much I love Ember Inns and modernised gastropubs, so imagine my deep joy at finding a new GBG specimen of each just outside of “Wonderful Wrexham” . I’m saving that blogpost title for a visit to their next Guide newbie, probably something called Honky Tonks offering “live” Wrexham Lager. Wrexham… Continue reading NO WHOOSH ! IN WREXHAM