Tuesday morning (hey, a week ago, need to catch up) saw us head off down south for some ticking family duties. Lunch in Banbury, I think. We parked up right by the eponymous cross, named after a ticker who was disgruntled at incorrect opening hours at the micro in 1859. I must have stopped in… Continue reading MRS RM TAKES THE BEER BACK. A BANBURY BONUS.
Tag: Coach & Horses
YOU’RE MY-YY-YY, YOU’RE MY FAVOURITE WEASTE OF TIME
Back to my Birthday. With any luck I’ll finish this mini-series before my next one. I think you know the route by now, a zigzag through Castlefield and Salford Quays into the glories of Greater Eccles. Clearly, I should have gone straight to bed and listened to the Match of the Day inquest on the… Continue reading YOU’RE MY-YY-YY, YOU’RE MY FAVOURITE WEASTE OF TIME
NEVER GO BACK TO THE SAME PUB. UNLESS IT’S GOT BASS ON.
A bonus post for pub tickers sworn to the rules of GBG completion. “Never shalt ye returneth to a pub once cask hath been drank and pink marker applied“. But if I’d gone straight back to the campervan I’d have had to talk about politics or conservatories with Mrs RM, and the Germans were… Continue reading NEVER GO BACK TO THE SAME PUB. UNLESS IT’S GOT BASS ON.
DUMFRIES, DYLAN, DRAUGHT BASS
We arrived in Dumfries after a lunch of pastries and painstakingly looked for somewhere to park our campervan for zero pounds, which isn’t a big budget. Luckily the council free car park along the old dock had a space just big enough, and no height barrier to smash into. Result. Dumfries has been high… Continue reading DUMFRIES, DYLAN, DRAUGHT BASS
PUB CRICKET ON THE SPURN APPROACH
Just for my favourite (occasional) Bass custodian at the Petersgate Tap, here’s east Yorkshire’s contribution to pub cricket. The Coach and Horses in Welwick is about as far as you can venture without risk of being washed away when Spurn Head is lost forever on October 26th (visit now !). The sign is worth a… Continue reading PUB CRICKET ON THE SPURN APPROACH
A SHOCK WINNER IN NORWICH
Mrs RM is choosing her trips out with me carefully at the moment; passing up the chance of a pub crawl round Leicester with old codgers (and Mudgie) but jumping at the chance of a day in Norwich. Fickle. Two new Beer Guide entries, neither of them micropubs, or Brewery Taps, or Ember Inns. What… Continue reading A SHOCK WINNER IN NORWICH
DOUBLING UP IN DRAYCOTT
Fear not, I’ll soon have completed Derbyshire’s GBG entries, including one with a Derby County flag in; I’ll wait until Alan is asleep before I sneak that post out. This week I see Duncan the Pubmeister posting on Irvine, and Simon on North Marston, so Draycott doesn’t seem that unusual a blog topic. Following the… Continue reading DOUBLING UP IN DRAYCOTT
CHEAP’N’CHEERFUL IN CHERWELL
Very soon the journey from Cambridge to Oxford will be doable at lightning speed, possibly by the complete removal of Bedfordshire and Milton Keynes. Oxford itself has much for the American tourist who can afford £14.75 for a burger, but Scrooge McTaylor recommends instead the less-trod villages to the north. It may look a bit… Continue reading CHEAP’N’CHEERFUL IN CHERWELL
ECCLES CAKES IN HAMPSHIRE’S STOCKBROKER BELT
Hampshire is one of our most varied countries, the dock towns, new towns and monied towns providing a compelling range of architecture and pubs. One of my proudest travel experiences was surviving the whole 90+ minutes of Basingstoke Town v Thurrock in 2009, a game that bettered Portugal v Croatia for tedium. Grass roots football indeed… Continue reading ECCLES CAKES IN HAMPSHIRE’S STOCKBROKER BELT
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