Might as well keep going; I want Russ to have something to correct read when he gets home. If I ever get to the end of the Scottish trip, there’s eight Black Country pubs and nine in the Peak District to write up. One of them a new classic. No classics at St Andrews,… Continue reading ALL THAT GLITTERS….
Tag: Greene King
HORNSEA HOPES DASHED
“Enough of all this culture, give us a pub !” says Mrs EthelHiggins, of American Samoa,my new star reader*. Indeed I will. How about the Marine in Hornsea, the lowest of lowkey East Coast resorts, somehow making Withernsea seem cutting-edge. But it’s got a big lake with a café, and a big discount shopping centre… Continue reading HORNSEA HOPES DASHED
CAMBRIDGE TIPS
You left me one pint of 6% Green Devil down, and Brighton one-up on Derby, to the joy of no-one. Possibly not even Brighton. It’s a good job I know the Chesterton area of Cambridge better than anyone semi-alive, having had my first balanced ledger and doner kebab there. I literally bumped into Leon and… Continue reading CAMBRIDGE TIPS
“MILD”
First of all, some advice for aspiring pub bloggers. If you’re creating a post on your mobile phone in Tesco Costa waiting for the RAC, don’t sit on your phone and publish before you’ve actually wrote anything. If he reads this blog, thanks to the hipster helper from RAC for fixing my AYGO. After some… Continue reading “MILD”
HUNGERFORD IN A HURRY
Unless you’re BRAPA, not ALL pubs are worth reporting. I declined to tell you about one visit last week, despite bucolic setting, enthusiastic welcome, decent beer, and its status as local Pub of the Year. No doubt scholars will be debating which pub this was in 50 years time. I debated long and hard… Continue reading HUNGERFORD IN A HURRY
BRANDON – POTA GIGANTE & ABBOT
Come on, what rhymes with Brandon ? Two pubs into the new Beer Guide, and already two of the best pubs in West Suffolk. What’s going on ? Perhaps this summer of soup was just a nightmare. Hands up who could place Brandon on the map. Apart from Mudgie and Pubmeister. I bet even the… Continue reading BRANDON – POTA GIGANTE & ABBOT
MARVELLOUS MILD BY THE MINSTER
You left me in Ely, leaving a second pint in a Greene King newbuild diner, the sort of pub that you can usually rely on. I headed back to the station past the Cathedral, needing to get the taste of sour beer out of my mouth. I gave Greene King a chance to make it… Continue reading MARVELLOUS MILD BY THE MINSTER
MISSED PENALTIES & A RETURNED OTTER IN THE ISLE OF ELY
By Saturday lunchtime I’d realised the postman wasn’t bringing my new Beer Guide, and as I’ve mentioned my nearest GBG18 tick was by now 210 minutes away in Wales. Sure, I could have finished Boak & Bailey’s 20th Century Pub, but I’d only been reading it for a year and you can’t rush a… Continue reading MISSED PENALTIES & A RETURNED OTTER IN THE ISLE OF ELY
MRS RM’S CAMPERVAN MANOEUVRES EARN A PROPER PUB REWARD
I’ve only just noticed the tin cans in that sign. They’re probably Adnams cans; you get a higher class of litter lout in West Suffolk. A rare trip without a Beer Guide tick, this was purely to give Mrs RM and myself some professional experience in maneuvering our campervan, with the objective of not… Continue reading MRS RM’S CAMPERVAN MANOEUVRES EARN A PROPER PUB REWARD
PULLING UP TREES IN WOLVES
With apologies to Eyemouth, Buntingford, Rye and Tonbridge (ah, Tonbridge), you’ll have to wait for your day in the retiredmartin sun. I can’t find your photos on OneDrive. The one from Tonbridge with Mrs RM and Paul Bailey doing karaoke in the Man of Kent is in there, somewhere. But the evidence from Wolverhampton last… Continue reading PULLING UP TREES IN WOLVES
