30th January 2023. Before you ask, I didn’t walk UP the 15 floors to my Haymarket Premier Inn, but I did walk down. The cheapest price I’ve ever paid for a central hotel in Premier Inn; is Monday the new Sunday ? Pub 3, a quick hop into the Old Market, which bizarrely gets its… Continue reading THE JOY OF CREAKY PUBS
Tag: Gloucestershire
DOWN (or is it up ?) TO ZERO (DEGREES)
30th January 2023. Apart from not getting a gig at the end, and the absence of the usual trip out to the more colourful northern suburbs, Monday in Bristol was as good as it gets for the GBG ticker (not that I’m ticking, just “tick curious”). Two good hours walking in dry, bright weather, a… Continue reading DOWN (or is it up ?) TO ZERO (DEGREES)
I STILL KNOW NOTHING ABOUT BIBSTONE
30th October 2022. A first visit of the new GBG year to the area known as Greater Stroud. Anyone reading the Telegraph and attempting to recreate my travels may alternately know this as “Just below those posh Gloucester Services, near that nice vegan football club“. I’m rambling because it’s a struggle to really describe the… Continue reading I STILL KNOW NOTHING ABOUT BIBSTONE
GLOUCESTERSHIRE HAS FALLEN – A CHARFIELD CRACKER
I like to imagine my readers in their condominiums (nothing to do with prophylactics, apparently), following my progress round the UK on giant maps or Google Street View, perhaps mirroring my mileage on their exercise bikes. Here’s on Journey to Glory (random Spandau Ballet reference for Mark C) completing Gloucestershire. Charfield , tucked in the… Continue reading GLOUCESTERSHIRE HAS FALLEN – A CHARFIELD CRACKER
NEWNHAM – A SEVERNTH HEAVEN ?
If I hadn’t deleted my notes I’d no doubt have been able to give you Pevsner style notes on the qualities of the misericords of Gloucester Cathedral or the joys of Cinderford, but instead all I know is we parked up (FREE !) by the Severn where Mrs RM did a Zoom call (not to… Continue reading NEWNHAM – A SEVERNTH HEAVEN ?
MOOCHING ROUND MINCHINHAMPTON
In May 1980 the New Musical Express published a letter from India posing the question “Where is Beatles Band ?”. In May 2022 I’ve been missing not for 20 years, but 3 days, and get comments from an American asking “Where is Retired Martin ?”. Mainly I’ve been watching Eurovision in Belfast gay bars, Dave.… Continue reading MOOCHING ROUND MINCHINHAMPTON
CHELTENHAM CRAFT & CANALS
One last Gloucestershire tick and a flying visit to the side streets of regal Cheltenham, with the streets around the Railway Inn proving the hardest to negotiate/park. In a break from the norm, the writing on the wall reads not “dining and rooms” but “Smokey Phi Phi“, as the Railway undergoes the sort of gentrification… Continue reading CHELTENHAM CRAFT & CANALS
BACK UP YOUR FILES – A LESSON FROM PRESTBURY
“Let’s keep these ******* (*)pubs ticked” said Mrs RM, in her defiant rather than angry tone, as we completed a round half dozen in Greater or Lesser Cheltenham. In normal circumstances my first action now would be to refer to my copious and comic notes taken that night 12 days ago, but I deleted them… Continue reading BACK UP YOUR FILES – A LESSON FROM PRESTBURY
THE CROSS HOUSE, TEWKESBURY – FINALLY A PUB MRS RM LIKED
Another half an hour through gorgeous west Gloucestershire hills and a fourth (4th) tick of the afternoon in Tewkesbury. Four attractive towns too, none of the usual grim northern cities I subject Mrs RM to. And is she grateful ? Tewkesbury is gorgeous, isn’t it ? Come on a day it isn’t flooded is my… Continue reading THE CROSS HOUSE, TEWKESBURY – FINALLY A PUB MRS RM LIKED
NOTHING POSH ABOUT NEWENT
From Herefordshire (leaving one straggler in Luston to complete the county) we headed over the border into Gloucestershire. The border is the dashed line, painted by drunk Victorian workers in 1857. Why can’t we have straight county/state boundary lines like the Americans ? I was last in Newent the week before lockdown, behaving like nothing… Continue reading NOTHING POSH ABOUT NEWENT
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