ENDING THE WINCHESTER CRAWL IN THE OLD GAOLHOUSE

  Grief this is feeling like a long old haul. Nearly there though. Next stop was the Queen, a real outlier that takes you through the attractive streets south of the Cathedral. Goodness know how we made it past the Wykeham without a stop there, but no doubt the Pride was drinking well without our… Continue reading ENDING THE WINCHESTER CRAWL IN THE OLD GAOLHOUSE

SINGING “COCKLES & MUSSELS, DOOM BAR NBSS 4.0, OH”

Premiership winning interlude over, back to the South coast. So you’ve heard about a “pub” that shuts on Saturday for private functions, and a craft beer bar with trestle tables and ’80s vinyl, what about Proper Pubs ? How about the Eclipse, which enchanted and disappointed a year ago ? That was on a midweek… Continue reading SINGING “COCKLES & MUSSELS, DOOM BAR NBSS 4.0, OH”

“STUFF YOUR WEDDING, WINCHESTER; I NEED A PUB TICK”

Having delivered BRAPA into the warm bosom of the Fens, it was time for Mrs RM and I to set off in our campervan for Bridport. The M25 and M3 (now “intelligent”) were quite accommodating, but I’d had enough driving by the time we got to Winchester, and there were two ticks there.  I always… Continue reading “STUFF YOUR WEDDING, WINCHESTER; I NEED A PUB TICK”

FARNBOROUGH’S PRIDENJOY

  No, Russ, not a spelling mistake (for once). Bang-up to date, an irritating little tick in Farnborough, a place famous for having more Harvesters and Beefeaters than people (2011 census). The OS map makes this look an extraordinary bit of the world; airports, museums, “Danger Areas“, the home of darts, rifle ranges and even… Continue reading FARNBOROUGH’S PRIDENJOY

FLOWERS & FEATHER DUSTERS IN FARNHAM

  My teenage son decided he’d had enough of me by Monday. “When you going out ?”   That means “Leave me alone” “But the “Beast from the east” is coming” “Wimp” So off I went towards Aldershot, home of the UK’s most unlikely budget hotel options. Normal time, 2hrs 30, yesterday 1hr 55.  Take… Continue reading FLOWERS & FEATHER DUSTERS IN FARNHAM

NO OTTER AT THE OTTER IN OTTERBOURNE

Some titles write themselves, which is just as well as I’m running out of puns and a lot of these places have no famous residents to draw on for inspiration. Otterbourne, for example.  The most famous person to come from here named Eastleigh “Eastleigh“, rather than “Trunge” or “Grod“, presumably. How can I resist the… Continue reading NO OTTER AT THE OTTER IN OTTERBOURNE