Mrs RM finishes her Scottish IT assignment this week. I’ll be pleased to have her home. It does mean the end of six months spent in country house hotels like the Buccleuch (“book-loo“) and views like this on St Cuthberts Way. We don’t have views like that in Waterbeach. It’s very flat. I made Mrs… Continue reading BYE BYE BUCCLEUCH, BYE BYE BORDERS
Tag: Greene King IPA
SPRINGING INTO 11.30am IPA ACTION
Being retired means I can do my duty to Greene King gastro pubs by drinking their IPA at 11.30am on a Wednesday. Yes, we do have pubs, such as the Old Spring , that open that early in the day. And stay open so folk can run their businesses using free internet. So a brisk walk… Continue reading SPRINGING INTO 11.30am IPA ACTION
FEBRUARY ’18 STOCKTAKE, MARCH PREVIEW
Well, what an exciting month. I’m even up-to-date on the blog for the first time in 2 years, though there’s an exciting post on VAR to come. February saw a new country ticked, a trip to North London survived, some quality Draught Bass, a rare sighting of a sad Sunderland fan, and the conquering of… Continue reading FEBRUARY ’18 STOCKTAKE, MARCH PREVIEW
TENNIS BORES IN BURFORD
SPOILER : Contains rare praise for Greene King, so move on now if that upsets you. If you’re American and travelling the Cotswolds on the Fodor (or even the retiredmartin) recommended route, I bet that Burford looks like that “Lil ol’ England” of your dreams. Or of any Richard Curtis film, anyway. It’s very hard… Continue reading TENNIS BORES IN BURFORD
EPIC DRYANUARY FAILS AT THE FREE PRESS
Just tidying up some posts last night* I noticed my pub photos post lacked anything from Pints and Pubs, a heinous crime. P&P, as his mates call him, has produced the essential body of work on all the Cambridge pubs over the last year, finishing with the venerable Free Press. So here’s a photo from… Continue reading EPIC DRYANUARY FAILS AT THE FREE PRESS
GONNA LIVE, ALUM ROCK
Today’s blog title comes to you (indirectly) courtesy of Dire Straits, a cult band from the early ’80s now ripe for re-evaluation, I feel*. One of the joys of Britainbeermat’s new blog lifeafterfootball839 is the way he delves into corners of east Brum most of us would rather not go. I have a suspicion that 839… Continue reading GONNA LIVE, ALUM ROCK
CHEESY CHIPS IN HIGH HEELED SHOES
I know some people think that travelling round the country on rickety trains (and increasingly rickety legs) is daft, when there’s such exciting beer close to home, but I care little for the beer. If I didn’t follow the path of the Guide and locally “recommended” pubs, I’d never get to drink with real people… Continue reading CHEESY CHIPS IN HIGH HEELED SHOES
