I had a day off from blogging yesterday, attempting to find something to rhyme with Sutton Poyntz. Best I could come up with was Steffen Freund, but it’s not known that he ever played at Weymouth, unlike Steve Claridge. Here’s your complete guide to Sutton Poyntz. Fascinating, huh ? The OS extract is more fun.… Continue reading LOVELY FLAT BEER IN SUTTON POYNTZ
Tag: Dorset
A RARE MONDAY OPENER NEAR THE CERNE ABBAS GIANT
Not much to say about the Rivers Arms at Cheselbourne, bar the fact it was OPEN on a Monday in September, a period when most pubs move smoothly to “winter hours“. In fact, I’d been surprised to see how many pubs shut up shop a week before on the sunniest Bank Holiday Monday in living… Continue reading A RARE MONDAY OPENER NEAR THE CERNE ABBAS GIANT
STURM(INSTER NEWTON) UND DRANG
Sturm und drang means, of course, “turbulent emotion or stress”, which can’t really be applied to a couple of days in Shaftesbury, but on the other hand I HAD gone six days without a GBG tick which is a desperate state of affairs. Pre-Covid, I’d have come home from End of the Road to find… Continue reading STURM(INSTER NEWTON) UND DRANG
LESSONS IN WHAT’S SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE, IN WAREHAM
If you’re not drinking yourself, one of the great pleasures in life is taking a progressively more drunken human being round pubs, while you observe their behaviour for your own voyeuristic blog. Normally that means BRAPA, but on Saturday I had the joy of watching Mrs RM drink strong beer in GBG entries. The film… Continue reading LESSONS IN WHAT’S SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE, IN WAREHAM
POUNDBURY – (DON’T) PASS THE DUCHY
You’ll remember (even if I don’t) my failed attempt to tick the Duchess of Cornwall last week, when I made the silly mistake of thinking you could get a half pint of beer without a table reservation via one’s butler. Well, I don’t give up, and my butler phoned on the Sunday to book a… Continue reading POUNDBURY – (DON’T) PASS THE DUCHY
RULE BRITANNIA
THIS Britannia; Yes, for a 77th successive year the good folks of Isle of Portland CAMRA give us GBG tickers a new Proper Pub. Where do they find them ? And can they send some to Cambridge ? Looks like South America on the aerial map, doesn’t it ? But it’s MUCH more lawless than… Continue reading RULE BRITANNIA
WEYMOUTH – CLOSED DOLPHINS, NAKED GNOMES
Dorchester is the perfect base from which to get as far away from Dorchester as possible, quickly. A mere 13 face-covered minutes on the GWR to Weymouth, providing me with its annual Proper Pub in the GBG. Or was it ? First of all, the Dolphin looks awfully familar. I’m sure I went in here… Continue reading WEYMOUTH – CLOSED DOLPHINS, NAKED GNOMES
MORE GIANT DONGLE IN BRIDPORT
“A gallon of Palmers, and a greasy Pad Thai, like a night out in Bridport, come fill me again” You can see where Sheffield United (or was it John Denver) nicked the song from. Actually, no-one much picks Brid for a Sunday night, even in August. There weren’t many takers for the view back along… Continue reading MORE GIANT DONGLE IN BRIDPORT
CHEESE NIGHT IN CRANBORNE
Here we go then, the final stretch of Dorset 2018. Day 5 for BRAPA, Day 3 for retiredmartin. The most anticipated tick of the day, the brewery tap on a converted stables. Like a micro pub, but with homebrew ! What’s not to like ! The WiFi ran out on entering the mythical city of… Continue reading CHEESE NIGHT IN CRANBORNE
SIXPENNY BITS
Where were we ? Simon four pints up/down, with just the bewildering Sixpenny Sods to make his half dozen and reach thirty pubs for the trip. #Legend. Amazingly, Si didn’t ask me to stop as we zig-zagged our way north of the End of the Road site into the heart of Cranborne Chase. Zig… Continue reading SIXPENNY BITS
