Back on the GBG ticking trail in early July, this time from our new Rye base (I only spent 7 nights in Sheffield that month). Oddly, hardly any quicker to get into the New Forest and Dorset from Rye than Yorkshire. That drive through the New Forest took us on a gorgeous slow road between… Continue reading AT MY WHITSBURY END
Tag: Hampshire
YELLOW BUTTERFLIES, PONIES AND 6.5% IPA – A VIBRANT (NEW) FOREST
My next Beer Guide tick only opens from 4pm Thursday through Sunday, so Mrs RM was even more determined that I’d visit before we went home on Saturday lunchtime. Vibrant Forest sits between the Esso oil refinery and the National Motor Museum at Beaulieu. One of those is a major tourist attraction. A certain sort… Continue reading YELLOW BUTTERFLIES, PONIES AND 6.5% IPA – A VIBRANT (NEW) FOREST
CHERRY PORTER IN GOSPORT DRUNK TOO QUICKLY
Notice how the sun and blue skies were out for me on Good Friday, proving once again my righteousness. You might be interested to know that when my parents compare the weather in Sheffield and Waterbeach these days it’s incredibly similar. What can it mean ? (it means nothing). Gosport has no rail station, the… Continue reading CHERRY PORTER IN GOSPORT DRUNK TOO QUICKLY
PORTSMOUTH OLD TOWN
As a rule (oft broken) I reckon 300 words and ten (10) photos is plenty for a blog post. Pubmeister, Mudgie and Life After Football have similar principles. Don’t tell BRAPA and Blackpool Jane, but I only look at their photos and do a word search for “Martin”, “Doom Bar” and “orange aero” when I… Continue reading PORTSMOUTH OLD TOWN
PORTSMOUTH, YOU SEXY M.F.
Still on Friday night 11 days ago, shamefully, and a rickety train trip (£5 return) from Fareham to one of England’s lesser-known islands. Well, I didn’t know Portsmouth was an island till 2014, and I’ve been there 2 dozen times. The train passes Fratton, where Portsmouth and Lincoln City are debating the finer points of… Continue reading PORTSMOUTH, YOU SEXY M.F.
THE FAREHAM MICROPUB BEER GLASS THAT WILL CERTAINLY DIVIDE OPINION
There’s no jealousy between us GBG tickers, but I’ve been cursing BRAPA’s successes in the south, clearing Hampshire before me. How is that possible ? Six pubs a night for a week, I guess. I picked Fareham as our Friday night base. You’ll be devastated to know we stayed in a Greene King hotel, one… Continue reading THE FAREHAM MICROPUB BEER GLASS THAT WILL CERTAINLY DIVIDE OPINION
THE MEDIUM SHIRAZ TRADE IN OVERTON IS BACK
Last Sunday morning I was planning the journey home from the Premier Inn at Southampton Airport. The journey back looked startlingly straight, and not just on foot; the A34 really is a marvellous road. 40 minutes after leaving Southampton we were parked up in Overton, whose new GBG pub has defeated me a fortnight earlier.… Continue reading THE MEDIUM SHIRAZ TRADE IN OVERTON IS BACK
OH WHEN THE SAINTS, GO MARCHING IN
I’ve no idea why you’d want to see the pics from the Saints v City match but since I’m paid by the pound here they are. Some people would have headed to the Old Classics after the two ticks, before heading to the match. I just popped in the Giddy Bridge, packed with 270 City… Continue reading OH WHEN THE SAINTS, GO MARCHING IN
OI !
My second Southampton tick didn’t require a reservation. Deep in the heart of studentville, Beards & Boards is in the heart of Southampton’s bar quarter, near the ancient French & Son. “Craft, Beer, Cider” it says, a GBG cert, especially with the punk welcome. No, UB40 and Green Day aren’t punk. Do I care ?… Continue reading OI !
MY RESERVATION EXPIRES
“A reserved sign, RetiredMartin ! Again !“. Hear me out. A week ago we were battling the closed M27 from Portsmouth to Southampton, which is officially “The Worst Way To Spend Two Hours In Britain“. I was delighted with my destination, a 37th Premier Inn of the year at Southampton Airport. £35, free parking, a… Continue reading MY RESERVATION EXPIRES
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