September 2026. Markfield. Leicestershire. I wasn’t looking forward to the long slog home from Dorset on Monday morning. For a start, the campervan battery had been judged “marginal” by KwikFit, and with Mrs RM A.W.O.L. in Prague I faced using her step-by-step guide to a restart if it had drained again*. It can be chaotic… Continue reading TOP PUB STOPS ON THE M1. THE QUEEN’S HEAD, MARKFIELD, J.22
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SUPERIOR TOILET SECURITY IN THE SOMERSET LEVELS
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
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
JAIPUR @ OSCAR’S
A year into our campervan adventures, and we’ve stayed at Newark four nights already. This is partly because the nice people at Brownhills Motorhomes let us stay there free and give us vouchers for free pies and Chuckle Brothers tribute acts, but also because Newark is pretty special. We visited again last week while clever… Continue reading JAIPUR @ OSCAR’S
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