Next up in Cobblers land is the obligatory craft bar. Jon, of Bass braces fame, suggested the Princess Alexandra, so blame him. It was over the road from the Black Prince, too, so hard to make our excuses. But if we’d dodged it we’d have missed a wonderful welcome from the barman. I assume he’d… Continue reading A CRAFT DIVERSION FOR MESSRS MUDGIE & MUDGE
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HARD TIMES & MISERY ON MERSEYSIDE
Time cannot dull the frisson of excitement you get arriving in Liverpool Central, and emerging to a city determined to drink the place dry. The folk here should do a house swap with Newbury and contrast their Sunday nights. There’s a majestic quality to the place, only partly dimmed by the chain shop horrors… Continue reading HARD TIMES & MISERY ON MERSEYSIDE
GARAGE SALES
As promised, Cambridge Railway Craft Beer. Well, very close to the train line anyway at the end of a dead end backstreet. The Calverley Brewery Tap occupies a garage of the type I’ve been clearing recently to stock our church’s annual Mammoth Sale. This year’s sale highlights include the following gems; Mrs RM isn’t going… Continue reading GARAGE SALES
EXTENDING THE OVERDRAFT IN WINCHESTER
Not ALL the Winchester pubs had forgot what “pub” is an abbreviation of. We had a great night there; we always do. Winchester is an odd place. At times it seems the exclusive preserve of well-off 25-35 year olds; the pubs packed with folk with enough cash left after their mortgage for a proper… Continue reading EXTENDING THE OVERDRAFT IN WINCHESTER
ARTISANAL ASHBOURNE
A night out with Mrs RM in the Amber Valley can’t really compete with a night out in Skegness with an Internal Auditor, but I did get more GBG ticks out of it. Starting with a quick trip to Ashbourne, where I’d promised Mrs RM gin. Note below the wilderness between Derby, the A50… Continue reading ARTISANAL ASHBOURNE
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
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