No, not gollies, Polly’s. Still more fun from Coalville. Or nearby Whitwick, which you can walk from the Stamford (or run if you’ve just nicked Sod’s coat). The Three Horseshoes is another “A511 classic“, not quite as basic as the Stamford & Warrington, but still a culture shock for the American tourist acclimatised to our “Will… Continue reading POLLY’S IN THE CITY OF DAN
Tag: Draught Bass
WESTON-SUPER-BASS
Ah, Weston-super-Mare. The English seaside, Jeffrey Archer, and Draught Bass. If you can’t make a decent blog out of that you’re not trying hard enough. Weston also has those all-important cheap guest houses that draw retiredmartin here as a base for exploration, rather like near neighbour Newport.* I picked the Welbeck (room only), because it’s… Continue reading WESTON-SUPER-BASS
A BASS FOR “MR BRIGHTSIDE” OUTSIDE THE ARCHERS
Just to prove I do occasionally read your comments on here, this post follows a recent suggestion from the mysterious hedgenerd about Draught Bass in Grantchester. To be fair, I’d want to remain mysterious if I lived in Grantchester or Trumpington. “I just had a nice pint (two actually) of Bass at the Green Man… Continue reading A BASS FOR “MR BRIGHTSIDE” OUTSIDE THE ARCHERS
DRAUGHT BASS DRAMA IN THE BRECON BEACONS
If BRAPA ever writes a novel he might well devote a whole chapter to the Red Lion in Penderyn, one of the most bizarre experiences of the year. If Aberdare is a Valleys Leiston, a town tourists avoid completely or stop by to stock up at Lidl, then Penderyn is its Dunwich, a honeypot drawing… Continue reading DRAUGHT BASS DRAMA IN THE BRECON BEACONS
BANKING THE BASS
After the Wasp I checked in at my “value B & B” at 26 Outram. You can see my Booking.com review via that link, and speculate what I’m hinting at when I warn that shower rooms and bedrooms aren’t labelled. Highly recommended, and my car had been returned to its same position in the morning.… Continue reading BANKING THE BASS
NEVER GO BACK TO THE SAME PUB. UNLESS IT’S GOT BASS ON.
A bonus post for pub tickers sworn to the rules of GBG completion. “Never shalt ye returneth to a pub once cask hath been drank and pink marker applied“. But if I’d gone straight back to the campervan I’d have had to talk about politics or conservatories with Mrs RM, and the Germans were… Continue reading NEVER GO BACK TO THE SAME PUB. UNLESS IT’S GOT BASS ON.
DUMFRIES, DYLAN, DRAUGHT BASS
We arrived in Dumfries after a lunch of pastries and painstakingly looked for somewhere to park our campervan for zero pounds, which isn’t a big budget. Luckily the council free car park along the old dock had a space just big enough, and no height barrier to smash into. Result. Dumfries has been high… Continue reading DUMFRIES, DYLAN, DRAUGHT BASS
