A RACE FOR THE PRIZE IN GREAT SHEFFORD

The last post featured a Berkshire gastropub mercifully free of scatter cushions. No such relief in my final Berks tick, the eponymous Great Shefford, but oddly I’m a fan of clutter and chintz as long as there’s life. Anywhere selling dog ice cream for £3.50 is bound to have life, even if a rather different… Continue reading A RACE FOR THE PRIZE IN GREAT SHEFFORD

“Please do not Jump on the Bean Bags” – Misery in the Mendips

It took me a long time to get to the Mendips. About 44.4444 years, if memory serves. But I’ve been making up for that lapse of late, using Wincanton and Shepton Mallet as my cheap bases for a concerted attack on the Somerset GBG. (Spoiler: The beer isn’t very good). Yes, I know you’ll say… Continue reading “Please do not Jump on the Bean Bags” – Misery in the Mendips

TOO MANY BEERS PT. 373

More short posts compiled using complimentary WiFi, drinking warm Otter somewhere in the Blackdown Hills. And more posts from award winning Yorkshire gastropubs with too many beers for the cask custom. Let’s not be churlish. The Bay Horse is gorgeous, with brilliant views, and cutting-edge technology. It’s got pots and pans dangling from the ceiling… Continue reading TOO MANY BEERS PT. 373