As predicted by Stafford Paul, my second Forres tick is the Red Lion, a GBG legend apparently. It’s always the ones with the weird names. But first, it’s the sporrans in an army surplus store (top) and Fraser Bros award winning haggis you’re really here for. One thing’s for sure, you won’t starve in Scotland… Continue reading HIDING THE REAL ALE IN A FORRES OF TENNENTS
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DOING FORRES MECHANICALLY
More new towns for me to explore, which is what this blog is all about really, There’s only so much fun you can get on your seventh successive annual trip to Bedford. “You’ll be wanting to go to Forres” Scott had said in the Machar Bar, making it sound like the most exotic place on… Continue reading DOING FORRES MECHANICALLY
SIX DEGREES NORTH
Just for clarification on that last post; I didn’t have the deep fried Mars bar. But a deep fried Turkish Delight would have been tempting. It was ten seconds walk from Stonehaven Pub 1 to Pub 2, the “perennial CAMRA award winner“. Fifteen with the stop for the duff photo of the Shorehead. Well, the… Continue reading SIX DEGREES NORTH
A CROQUE MONSIEUR IN STONEHAVEN
Greetings from lovely Darlington where I’ve just returned after meeting Duncan completely accidentally in Newcastle. Spooky. The Dalesman Hotel in Darlo (keg Magnet) is £30 en-suite (on-sute as my Mum would say), very clean but with weak WiFi. So it’s more short posts from Aberdeen. First stop on the Great Grampians Tickathon was Stonehaven, a… Continue reading A CROQUE MONSIEUR IN STONEHAVEN
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