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
Tag: Dorset
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
SHAFTESBURY – GOLDEN PUBS ON GOLD HILL
Two pints down for Si, and a dead pub in the bag, with no discernible alteration in the BRAPA mood. Child Okeford was five minutes up the road, noticeably hillier as we got into Cranborne Chase territory. Si became animated as we drove right through the village without spying the Saxon Inn, which I assured… Continue reading SHAFTESBURY – GOLDEN PUBS ON GOLD HILL
SQUEALERS IN STOURPAINE
Next stop, dunno. Si scoured his GBG, hideously desecrated with green marker, for pubs open now but shutting in the afternoon. We bypassed the aptly named Blandford Forum, a real ale desert, on the way to Spetisbury. I had no recollection whatsoever of the Woodpecker, and it hardly mattered as we’d missed it by… Continue reading SQUEALERS IN STOURPAINE
TAXI FOR BRAPA – A PASSAGE TO GUSSAGE
“Look at his face ! Just look at his face !” And this was before the Radio Solent superstardom. Wednesday in East Dorset, and BRAPA taxi time. I get to see the impact of six pints on the human body, and tick some pubs by drinking pineapple juice and the dregs at the bottom of… Continue reading TAXI FOR BRAPA – A PASSAGE TO GUSSAGE
THE BOURNEMOUTH RUNNER
“Bournemouth Runner! Didn’t get far Bournemouth Runner! First night Bournemouth Runner! But the second night He got away with our guiding light” Bournemouth Runner – The Fall Last pub of the first night was, indeed in Bournemouth, as foretold by Mark E Smith back in 1986. The second night ? You’ll have to wait.… Continue reading THE BOURNEMOUTH RUNNER
ALL CHANGE IN POOLE
The train from Wareham into Poole, across Lytchett and Hole Bays is a delight, as I was to reflect a day later on the bus ride from hell on the Isle of Wight. Less blog material, though. In contrast, the walk from Poole Station to the marvellous Quay is what kidz would call “a bit… Continue reading ALL CHANGE IN POOLE
WAREHAM SCARE’EM
Yesterday I had the great joy of accompanying BRAPA again as he conquered bleeding (green blood) swathes of north Dorset. It’s like following Forrest Gump on his run but you make more loo stops. On the Monday afternoon I was staying a pub or two ahead of Simon as he attempted to complete the… Continue reading WAREHAM SCARE’EM
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