THAT is the question. Last post from Cardiff, on the first Friday I’ve had there in decades. Quite quiet, I thought. Perhaps they were all watching the egg-chasers at the Arms Park. The City Arms is always packed though, isn’t it ? Actually I couldn’t remember it at all, even though it’s the… Continue reading IS IT WORTH SUFFERING “SUMMER OF 69” FOR A £1.93 PINT OF BRAINS ?
Back in Cardiff with an hour ’till Architects finished destroying my son’s ears, and no new GBG pubs to chase down, as the aforementioned Aberdare was a bit out of reach. A quick look at WhatPub and it jumped out at me; a Head of Steam pre-emptive. They’ve made the Guide immediately in Sunderland, York,… Continue reading STEAMIN’ AHEAD
You left me in Llantwit Major in the drizzle, you sods, in the glow of a sublime pint of Doom Bar. Talking of which, I see one of our top beer writers has finally seen the light. This might be an after effect of my abstinence, but I’m drinking my first pint of Doom Bar… Continue reading A VAIN SEARCH FOR WELSH BEER
Three more days at home, then I broke for the border, in this case demarked by the Severn Crossing into Wales. How pleasing to report that the tolls have gone*, meaning you can make Newport in 3 hours from Cambridge. Shame the M4 grinds to a halt at Caerleon. I was bringing Matt to… Continue reading SLOW TRAIN TO LLANTWIT MAJOR
Two more pubs to finish Cardiff before I get to Newport. Here’s that epic seven pub crawl in full (given I was on halves and poured two of them away I think I may have been more sober at the end than when I started). Yes, Bing Maps says 2:19 hours but I must have… Continue reading CHANGES
“The photos make Cardiff look lovely. Is it ?” asks Dave. Everywhere (nearly) is lovely, Dave. You just have to look harder is some places. Cardiff Bay, the castle and the Brains pub tiling would be my highlights. But it was this arcade just off High Street that impressed, giving Leeds Victorian Arcade a run… Continue reading DON’T GO FOR THE ONE WITH A PAPER PUMP CLIP
After a couple of days at home (or, more precisely, conveying gentlefolk back and forward between Addenbrookes) I drove my sister to Bristol for a meet-up with her eldest daughter, whose wedding near Helston you’ll all remember. I suspect we had some brother/sister chat on the way down (A14/M6/M42/M5/M32, travel bores). With the Aygo parked… Continue reading CARDIFF – BLACK EYE FRIDAY T-2