On Day 4 of the Great Southern Saunter we left Newhaven to regroup in Southampton. One stop on route, to tick the tricky Cormorant on Portchester. I do like a new place to explore with my tick, and Portchester in the posh bit of Pompey ticks that box. At the end of the road leading… Continue reading POSH POMPEY, ACROSS THE WATER
Tag: Hampshire
ALL THAT’S HOT IN ALDERSHOT
An important day for blogging, as Runcorn Kirsty returns (here) and I get onto Aldershot. In fact, he highpoint of my Great Southern Tickathon, a night at a the Westy Beer Festival. Me at a beer festival ? With more than one beer ? Well, the West End Centre, host of the Westy, was in… Continue reading ALL THAT’S HOT IN ALDERSHOT
BREWERY TAPS IN THE GBG ? THAT WOULD BE AN ECUMENICAL MATTER.
I would have asked Citra to join me on my visit to Andwell brewery, he only lives down the road in posh Hook, but he’d fled to Swindon on learning of my approach. Not sure a Brewery Tap near Basingstoke would have been top of his bucket list, or mine, but I’m delighted to find… Continue reading BREWERY TAPS IN THE GBG ? THAT WOULD BE AN ECUMENICAL MATTER.
WHITCHURCH SAYS “COME IN !”
Many of you (well, Duncan) have asked “Where is Pubmeister ?”. It was Duncan who prompted this 4 day trip down South and offered his taxi services, as gratefully received an offer as Mrs RM’s “Taxi for BRAPA” which was taking place the same night. Fear not, Duncan and Malt will be here soon enough.… Continue reading WHITCHURCH SAYS “COME IN !”
RICHIE BENAUD
Someone is bound to complain that isn’t Richie Benaud, aren’t they ? But Richie IS cricket, if you ask me (you didn’t), and he’s celebrated in The Cricketers* in Longparish, another of those effortlessly gorgeous Test Valley pubs that aren’t half as posh as you expect. Longparish is, coincidentally, a long parish, with lots of… Continue reading RICHIE BENAUD
WHAT RHYMES WITH CHILBOLTON ?
Slowly but surely, my knowledge of the UK increases every year. In 2022, I can even tell you about Chilbolton in the Test Valley. You’ll note the recent National Pub of the Year lurking somewhere about. Here’s what Wiki says (I just donated a tenner to them on their 377th request so my conscience was… Continue reading WHAT RHYMES WITH CHILBOLTON ?
ANDOVER – PIGS IN BLANKETS
Yes, this morning I thought you probably needed a picture of oversized ladies underwear in Andover market. Probably a metaphor for something. To prove this blog isn’t computer generated, here’s the result from the Andover etc parliamentary elections overnight. Tells you all you need to know. I arrived in town on Saturday to be pounced… Continue reading ANDOVER – PIGS IN BLANKETS
SOAKED PHONES IN WOO WOO
Mrs RM is free to nick any of my photos from Winchester for her blog, for the usual fee. For such a posh town city, Winchester always delivers a decent night out. Perhaps because people do still go out, and not just at weekends. Loads of folk like us (old, careworn etc etc), young professionals… Continue reading SOAKED PHONES IN WOO WOO
THE POMPEY PLUM PORTER MIRACLE
“It’s coming home, it’s coming. Football’s coming home” screamed the bare chested Pompey fans as I left the Fawcett Arms tonight, armed with huge Chinese meal for one from the Golden Horse and sixteen aspirin. Any sensible person would have popped in the Beer Guide pub (Lawrence Arms) or recent GBG entry while waiting for… Continue reading THE POMPEY PLUM PORTER MIRACLE
LYMINGTON – ALL KILLER, NO TILLER
I hope you appreciate the effort that goes into these blog titles*, if not the content. Ten points for the best interpretation. Wiki is your friend, Dave. Despite a couple of trips into the southern half of the New Forest, mainly for Beaulieu, it remains a bit undiscovered for me. So much so that all… Continue reading LYMINGTON – ALL KILLER, NO TILLER
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