More from Builth Wells which, aided by the sunshine I bring to all Welsh towns, looked in decent nick despite the lack of custom. Duncan had done the hard yards the night before and sadly confirmed a lack of Draught Bass. Here’s the statue of someone disappointed at the lack of Bass in 1847. You… Continue reading WHOOSH !!!
5th February 2020 Our favourite Kentish blogger Paul Bailey is doing a great job avoiding me (or it the other way round ?). First a trip to Dundee when I joined Mrs RM in Tonbridge last month, and now my flying visit to Charcott coincides with his Welsh funeral. We’ll probably catch up somewhere weird… Continue reading I’M WEALD, WEALD GONE
My last Mid Wales pub on the trip, and almost certainly my last in GBG19. And what a cracker the Greyhound was, tucked away in Radnorshire to the west of the thriving metropolis of, er, Knighton. But look, it’s got a railway station, under a slightly different name to fool BRAPA. I’ve kindly worked out… Continue reading THIS ONE LOOKS FAMILIAR !