NO. I still haven’t got the new Good Beer Guide. And NO, I therefore don’t know whether I’ll attempt to repeat the feat in 2022-23. Back to mid-August, or as the Scots call it, “Winter”. After a few days “off” in Sheffield, it was back to work completing the Good Beer Guide. Yes, just Somerset… Continue reading SUPERIOR TOILET SECURITY IN THE SOMERSET LEVELS
Tag: Campervan
IT’S PRONOUNED “BEAVER”. HONEST
Our 3 day world tour continued from Kent with a stop in Waterbeach (no Chung Hwa) and a night by the river in the Vale of Belvoir. Or Beaver to you and me. The posh bit of Leics-cum-Lincs betwixt Grantham, Melton and Nottingham has some good pubs, but rarely new ones, and the tick in… Continue reading IT’S PRONOUNED “BEAVER”. HONEST
Declaring on 19 (pubs)
This post is brought to you from our campervan, parked up on Sunday night in the 3rd quietest place under the sun. I can’t remember the other two. If you can work out where we are from the photos above and below you’ll know where to find the bodies. The return of pubs coincided with… Continue reading Declaring on 19 (pubs)
PICKLED EGG IN ALLER
Wasn’t that an album by Cream ? I spent the night in the car park of the Old Pound Inn at Aller, another place you’ve never heard of before, and never will again. Tucked away in the Levels, looking to Bridgwater for flat whites and frolics, Aller promises a quiet night. Wiki says “It is… Continue reading PICKLED EGG IN ALLER
LOST IN A(SHCLYST) FOREST, ALL ALONE
Another night, another exciting pitched tent campervan in an empty layby on the edge of a forest I’d never heard of before. You can tell it’s Devon from the high hedges. Ashclyst is lovely, best explored at first light after the sleep of the just. If you want to sleep in pitch darkness, come here.… Continue reading LOST IN A(SHCLYST) FOREST, ALL ALONE
AND HE’S OFF
I set the alarm for 3.30am this morning, and by 4.15 my Sis and I were on the A14 heading for the coast, like on the Sonic Youth cover. We’re heading to Helston to see Wren, Julie’s first grandchild. It’s just possible there’ll be pubs. Mrs RM is perfectly happy drinking low alcoholic lager at… Continue reading AND HE’S OFF
CAMPERVANNING
Reader “US” Dave asked for a tour of the campervan that I’m relying on to take me to the next level of GBG ticking. Mrs RM insisted I show off her new toy. This is the replacement for the motorhome that had served us well for 3 years but was proving increasingly difficult to navigate… Continue reading CAMPERVANNING
PRIDE DRINKING WELL IN EARITH SLUICE
Back home, a day’s rest before we finally charged up the campervan and took it out on an exciting Good Friday trip. Just up the road from Greater Waterbeach, but it’s a start. There’s a website that tells you where you can park your campervan overnight for nothing, as long as you don’t need electricity… Continue reading PRIDE DRINKING WELL IN EARITH SLUICE
MILDENHALL – FIGHTER JETS & FUN PUBS
Well the Pokémon craze died fairly quickly in our house, but that won’t stop our teenage sons being grumpy at the loss of a day’s internet. Particularly when what they get instead is a 20 mile bike ride past stinging nettles and Greene King fun pubs. This was another exploratory campervan trip 30 miles down the… Continue reading MILDENHALL – FIGHTER JETS & FUN PUBS
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