BASS AND CARLING BY THE JUG IN PORTHCAWL. BUT NOT FOR ME.

Closing in on the last knockings of Glamorgan now, with a trip to the Skegness of the West. Well, actually Porthcawl isn’t that exciting, so perhaps it’s more a Felixstowe. Does Felixstowe have a hotel with Bass ? The Lorelei had been taunting me for some years with itr’s offer of all day seaside hospitality… Continue reading BASS AND CARLING BY THE JUG IN PORTHCAWL. BUT NOT FOR ME.

PERSISTENCE PAYS OFF IN PENCOED

A reminder to those of you asking where all the close-ups of Welsh strict Methodist chapels from this trip are; sign up to be a Patronised reader to get that content. The Welsh week wasn’t entirely without fraught moment, the Little Penybont Arms in Pencoed deciding to be unexpectedly shut. After reading through the Facebook… Continue reading PERSISTENCE PAYS OFF IN PENCOED

“Those were the days, my friend”. Pubbing Pontardawe.

The great mid-July conquering of Glamorgan continued with a trip to Pontardawe, which I have on occasion confused with Pontardulais, with disastrous results. I know you only read this rubbish to equip yourselves to visit obscure Swansea Valley towns, so you should know that Pontardawe is famed as the birthplace of this McCartney proΒ·tΓ©gΓ©. Mary… Continue reading “Those were the days, my friend”. Pubbing Pontardawe.

NO DOOM BAR IN LLANTWIT MAJOR. THIS TIME.

The journey deep into the Vale of Glamorgan continues, as I renew my acquaintance with Llantwit Major. There IS no Llantwit Minor, something that Sue Gray will be investigating later. I feel like I’ve been to all the traditionally named Llantwit pubs now, and I’m not sure I could tell them apart under forensic questioning.… Continue reading NO DOOM BAR IN LLANTWIT MAJOR. THIS TIME.