The second new GBG pub on our trip was what we tickers call “an irritating b****r“. Not just because Bishop’s Castle is tucked so far away from civilisation (well, Newtown). I just KNEW we’d been in the Castle Hotel before; we must have done the whole town (1,630 souls, six pubs, 347 coffee shops) back… Continue reading BISHOP’S CASTLE – A FINE OFFA
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PORK PIES AND INDIAN FOLK MUSIC
You left me in the toilets at the Fighting Cock, admiring the art work. The Green Devil was a bad idea, because you then lose rational thought and have to stop at every pub on the stagger back. Which is why it’s called a Stagger. Bradford sure looks good, if a bit quiet compared to… Continue reading PORK PIES AND INDIAN FOLK MUSIC
JARL, AND THE SEARCH FOR A THIRD HEART IN COLDSTREAM
I could have lumped The Castle in with the Besom on the previous post but I find writing more than 500 words tiring as I reach extreme old age. Even BRAPA is cutting back on those “Moby Dick” length posts these days. Onto the Castle Hotel. Looking at the Google extract now, it’s evident there’s… Continue reading JARL, AND THE SEARCH FOR A THIRD HEART IN COLDSTREAM
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