The night before the defining moment of the Cornish Tick 2022, and I decided I’d better spend it in a hotel rather than the campervan, as I wouldn’t want my fellow travellers to the poshest place in the UK complaining about the smell. Cornwall in mid-July isn’t the best place to look for B &… Continue reading FIVE STARS IN ST. ERTH
Tag: Doom Bar
SO CLOSE TO CORNWALL, I HAD TO HAVE A DOOM BAR IN PLYMOUTH
It’s not fair. Simon goes to Plymouth in June and it’s like the last days of Sodom and Gomorrah (has it ended ?); students snogging (close your eyes, Colin), vomit in the Barbican, 8 pint Towers of Beer (almost a gallon, folks) on every corner. I go a month later and the most exciting thing… Continue reading SO CLOSE TO CORNWALL, I HAD TO HAVE A DOOM BAR IN PLYMOUTH
“Rather bland”
“So, you’re the bloke who likes Doom Bar ?” asks the bloke who ticks beers when I’m introduced. Well, no, not exactly. But I do reckon there’s a decent beer almost everywhere (exclusions apply in the Cotswolds). And folk on Discourse petulantly saying they could NEVER score DB a 3 have probably not drunk it… Continue reading “Rather bland”
BWLCH-Y-CIBAU….EGGS, SOOTY & NBSS 3.5 DOOM BAR
I’m not suggesting the Welsh don’t know their place, but a month ago I was aware some pubs weren’t taking the Jubilee totally seriously… Is that a giant avocado under that crown ? Luckily for the Stumble, tucked away in the gorgeous hilly bit of Montgomeryshire, it’s redeemed by its Doom Bar. And a giant… Continue reading BWLCH-Y-CIBAU….EGGS, SOOTY & NBSS 3.5 DOOM BAR
TOP 10 PUBS – THE LAMPLIGHTER, ST HELIER
Yes, that is a Top Ten (10), Dave. The Lamplighter is your BIG reason to visit Jersey, apart from the excellent Marks & Spencer lingerie department (oops, wrong blog) and the chance to take home a sack of potatoes as an acceptable present. The route to this Channel Islands classic, cunningly disguised as The Pet… Continue reading TOP 10 PUBS – THE LAMPLIGHTER, ST HELIER
A WHIZZ ROUND HERM
Day 5 of the Channel Islands Circuit, heading back to Jersey in the evening before the flight home. What to do with a free day with the ticks in the suitcase. Well, Mrs RM showed her own ticking streak by insisting we did the 20 minute crossing to Herm to complete the set of 5… Continue reading A WHIZZ ROUND HERM
MRS RM TIPS THE DOOM BAR IN LLANGOLLEN
“I want you to get massively behind on your blog” says Mrs RM as she drives me kicking and screaming round another half dozen pubs yesterday. Last week we made a much needed trip into North Wales, which from our overnighter in Eccles only took 90 minutes. Honestly, Llangollen is gorgeous, isn’t it ? Shame… Continue reading MRS RM TIPS THE DOOM BAR IN LLANGOLLEN
TO BEXLEYHEATH !
If Stevenage needs an advertising slogan, they could do better than “Mrs RM preferred you to an evening in Bexleyheath“. “Last tick in Greater London, you’ll never sing that !” counters The Bex. An expensive tick, but relatively quick from Stevenage with the bonus of a stop in London Bridge on the return. Which pub… Continue reading TO BEXLEYHEATH !
NOT A SPENNYMOOR, SEVERAL PENNIES LESS
“What ! You didn’t WALK to Spennymoor ?” I hear you say. “It’s only six miles, you wimp“. In honesty, Mrs RM was a bit exhausted and I didn’t want to abandon her too long. And the bus (No.6, Sapphire), electric sockets and irritating juvenile behaviour free, had me outside the Little Tap in 20… Continue reading NOT A SPENNYMOOR, SEVERAL PENNIES LESS
WHEN IN BURTON, A MAN SHOULD DRINK THE LOCAL BEER
That’s not me being sexist, by the way, I’m sure it’s a direct quote from Wordsworth. Or Burton Tourist Office. Women ARE allowed to drink Doom Bar rather than Babycham or Rochefort 10, even though Mrs RM turned down the amber nectar at Winchester in 2019. You left me at Henry’s Record Shop, having just… Continue reading WHEN IN BURTON, A MAN SHOULD DRINK THE LOCAL BEER
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