CRAFT COMES TO CROXTON KERRIAL

The pubs of Belvoir are always a delight after a walk noseying around Leicestershire’s  posh villages with funny names.  Croxton Kerrial (translation – twitchy windows) wasn’t that far from Melton Mowbray, but I wished for the safety of that metropolis while being sized up by the populace. I think they thought I was a geese rustler.… Continue reading CRAFT COMES TO CROXTON KERRIAL

THE BROMWIC – TAKING CRAFT BEER TO THE BAGGIES

I’ve wrote about my exciting evenings out with auditors in the Black Country before.  Wolverhampton last month was an unexpected joy, and Walsall never disappoints (please don’t tell me Walsall isn’t Black Country, they sell faggots on the market). The breakthrough of craft beer in these traditional homes of boring brown bitter and mild was very… Continue reading THE BROMWIC – TAKING CRAFT BEER TO THE BAGGIES