Three more days at home, then I broke for the border, in this case demarked by the Severn Crossing into Wales. How pleasing to report that the tolls have gone*, meaning you can make Newport in 3 hours from Cambridge. Shame the M4 grinds to a halt at Caerleon. I was bringing Matt to… Continue reading SLOW TRAIN TO LLANTWIT MAJOR
Tag: Doom Bar
NECKLACE HUNTS IN EARLSFIELD
The Beer Guide is a tease, isn’t it ? How would you approach the Country House in Earlsfield ? Surely another dull Wandsworth pub with Sambrooks, sippers and scarves ? “Unspoilt basic backstreet boozer” says WhatPub, but I have my doubts. In West London “basic” means less than five choices of Prosecco. But there you… Continue reading NECKLACE HUNTS IN EARLSFIELD
CONFESSIONS OF A MIDDLE-AGED DOOM BAR NBSS 4.5 SCORER
The quality of cask beer is under the spotlight again, with Martyn Cornell and Pub Curmudgeon both hitting the nail on the head in recent posts. Beer served too early, kept on the bar for too long, with too many lines to guarantee fresh beer. Particularly this summer. Martyn finishes his article by reminding us… Continue reading CONFESSIONS OF A MIDDLE-AGED DOOM BAR NBSS 4.5 SCORER
CAT ADOPTION DRAMA IN WOTTON-UNDER-EDGE
A few short posts now, as anything over 300 words gets exhausting in this heat. Please send your rain, Professor Pie-Tin. (NB: It came ten minutes after posting, in a deluge). Good question from Wickingman in the comments in the last post, asking which counties are most reliable for beer quality (at point of dispense,… Continue reading CAT ADOPTION DRAMA IN WOTTON-UNDER-EDGE
SINGING “COCKLES & MUSSELS, DOOM BAR NBSS 4.0, OH”
Premiership winning interlude over, back to the South coast. So you’ve heard about a “pub” that shuts on Saturday for private functions, and a craft beer bar with trestle tables and ’80s vinyl, what about Proper Pubs ? How about the Eclipse, which enchanted and disappointed a year ago ? That was on a midweek… Continue reading SINGING “COCKLES & MUSSELS, DOOM BAR NBSS 4.0, OH”
FLAT DOOM BAR IN PETERBOROUGH
What times we live in ! Mrs RM has ditched the plane for the train, so I get to escort her up to Peterborough while her contract in Melrose lasts. I’m very excited. There might even be a pre-emptive tick to alert Simon to before he starts Cambridgeshire, or at the very least some unexpected… Continue reading FLAT DOOM BAR IN PETERBOROUGH
A WEARY WALK FROM WALTON-ON-THAMES TO THE WEIR
There’s a sort of GBG completists code of conduct, alluded to in Boak & Bailey’s article on Guide ticking weirdos in the new BEER. I hope you like the photo of me. Mainly, Duncan will alert Simon and myself to a micro pub that changed (reduced) its opening hours, or an impending local festival at… Continue reading A WEARY WALK FROM WALTON-ON-THAMES TO THE WEIR
