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
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.
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
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
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