November 2025. Rye. The usual routine. 2 days in Waterbeach, leave a bag of washing in the garage for pick up later, pack light for trip to Rye via London. I cannot believe how much luggage folk drag around the capital. 22 minutes between trains.at Kings Cross St Pancras. You’ll recognise the lure of this… Continue reading ALL THE PUBS IN RYE. THE GLOBE INN MARSH
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JIMMY EAT WORLD, RETIRED MARTIN EATS AT THE GLOBE
October 2025. Leicester. Our 36 hours in Leicester concluded with a late lunch in another historic pub, the venue for local CAMRA’s branch meeting that very evening. Even my remarkable powers of persuasion weren’t enough to convince Mrs RM to stay and convince CAMRA to ban halves put the Cherry Tree in the GBG. The… Continue reading JIMMY EAT WORLD, RETIRED MARTIN EATS AT THE GLOBE
A SHOCK WINNER OF THE SHEFFIELD “PINT OF THE DAY” AWARD
5th February 2023. Yes, Sunday last (or is it “Sunday before last” ?). I’d left Jim B to tick Chapeltown and was heading home after an afternoon of cask delights in southern Sheffield. The important thing at this point is NOT to get distracted by the bright lights radiating from the Globe, the cheap student… Continue reading A SHOCK WINNER OF THE SHEFFIELD “PINT OF THE DAY” AWARD
DRAUGHT BASS IN TAMWORTH – FROM SLUDGE TO SILK
18th January 2023. On the journey from Birmingham I realised I’d have an hour to kill in Tamworth, and with the castle closed as there are no attacks on the town in January I’d have to find alternative enetertainment. A Teardrop Explodes trail ? Here’s the micropub where Julian took the “Buy 6 Get 1… Continue reading DRAUGHT BASS IN TAMWORTH – FROM SLUDGE TO SILK
MARYLEBONE PROVES YOU SHOULD ALWAYS ADD THE POSTCODE TO YOUR TICKING SPREADSHEET
14th December 2022. From Bow we headed west, and an increasing rare new Guide entry in London tourist central. Marylebone’s tick means leaving the underground at Baker Street, and taking the foot tunnel under Marylebone Road, a passage promoting all the traditional tourist joys on NW1. Baker Street is where football fans traditionally stop for… Continue reading MARYLEBONE PROVES YOU SHOULD ALWAYS ADD THE POSTCODE TO YOUR TICKING SPREADSHEET
“Hello my lover !” – Chagford cheers.
It was inevitable that completing Devon would mean a trip or two into the wilds of Dartmoor. Well, two, precisely. US Dave had noted the presence of Chagford’s estimable Globe on my Final 100 ticks. It would have made a good last tick, too, classic rural pub with cheery landlord in bucolic li ‘ol English… Continue reading “Hello my lover !” – Chagford cheers.
FOR DRINKERS ONLY…
“No greater love hath a woman for her husband than that she would drive him round six West Lakeland pubs on a Friday afternoon to boost his Cumbrian ticks“. Thank you Mrs RM. In truth, this was an easy run along the magnificent A595. The second tick of the day came within five minutes of… Continue reading FOR DRINKERS ONLY…
(OVER)DUE A DEUCHARS
I was pleased to find the Grapes full, after reading that there hasn’t always been the rush back to pubs they might have hoped since the Heaventeenth (Simon’s Surrey pubs looked a bit quiet, too). I would have popped in the Tap & Spile for old time’s sake; there’s not many survivors from the mid-90s… Continue reading (OVER)DUE A DEUCHARS
KEG COMFORT IN BOROUGH
Well, at least I now had one tick to take home from Lockdown Eve, even if the terror alert brought an abrupt halt to the day (it didn’t). On to Borough, as I entered a 3rd hour of walking (1:30 at retiredmartin pace). I stopped to admire a child playing with one of the dolphins… Continue reading KEG COMFORT IN BOROUGH
“DO YOU KNOW THE FEZ ?”
Just for Mark, our resident pub games expert, here’s the billiards table in the Globe at Beaford. That map will be of no use to you unless you know where Great Torrington is, of course. What you REALLY need to know is that it’s hilly round here. This is my exercise record for the half… Continue reading “DO YOU KNOW THE FEZ ?”
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