THE ABBOT IN CODICOTE’S GOAT IS THE “BEER OF THE GODS”

March 2025. Codicote. Hertfordshire. We’re just back from Luton (Airport, oo-ee-oo), with quite a tale to tell, but before posts on Russian theme pubs and MoldovanTomato Gose, one last GBG tick in dear old England. Time for a pint before an early flight, sadly not in luscious Luton itself, but in a village that’s eluded… Continue reading THE ABBOT IN CODICOTE’S GOAT IS THE “BEER OF THE GODS”

“Excuse him, he’s from The North”. SUNDAY NIGHT IN THE CROSS KEYS, HARPENDEN

April 2024. Harpenden. Unless Borehamwood has come up in the world since my last visit (2001) I can safely say Harpenden is the poshest town in Hertfordshire. And that’s despite a less than glamorous underpass at the station. The number of bistros and Thai restaurants is a good indicator of prosperity, and although the pubs… Continue reading “Excuse him, he’s from The North”. SUNDAY NIGHT IN THE CROSS KEYS, HARPENDEN

“Go in….you know you want to !”

April 2024. Harpenden. A Big Night Out in Harpenden, flush with the pride of saving at least £100 on Sunday night’s accommodation by sleeping in a campervan with a portable loo. And three (3) GBG ticks in the bag by six, quite a good effort for me since completing the Guide and losing that Fierce… Continue reading “Go in….you know you want to !”

A CRAFT HUNT IN HARPENDEN

April 2024. Harpenden. We left bucolic boring Bucks and headed into boring bucolic Beds via Woe-burn, and thence onto the Dunstable Northern Bypass, which probably deserves a blog of its own. I’d have taken a night in the campervan at Leighton Buzzard, but the prospect of an hour’s walk back from town to Heath &… Continue reading A CRAFT HUNT IN HARPENDEN

HALF A DOZEN PUBS IN EVERY COUNTY. No. 16 – HERTFORDSHIRE.

Mrs RM and I met, lived and worked in Hertfordshire for over a decade so you’d expect me to have a little affection for the place. Not so, though it’s a county with some very good rural boozers, none of which feature on this list for the simple reason I haven’t been to them for… Continue reading HALF A DOZEN PUBS IN EVERY COUNTY. No. 16 – HERTFORDSHIRE.

HITCHIN HERTS MY EARS (Queens Of The Stone Age’s fault)

October 2023. Hitchin, Herts. Yes, finally into October, and an immediate return to the new GBG for an unexpected entry in That Hitchin. We were married in Willian, lived in Letchworth and Hitchin for a decade, endured (well, Mrs RM did) the birth of James at Stevenage Hospital and I’m sure, sure, I visited ALL… Continue reading HITCHIN HERTS MY EARS (Queens Of The Stone Age’s fault)

A PITCHER OF PORNSTAR MARTINI TO FINISH A PERFECT NIGHT IN STEVENAGE

It was only 19:15 when we left Stevenage’s top Thai restaurant, and Mrs RM wasn’t going home to a tired Premier Inn with attached Beefeater yet. Not when there’s a classic Home Counties Spoons to visit to do a comparison of Cosmopolitans. There must have been 30 folk in that Thai place when we left,… Continue reading A PITCHER OF PORNSTAR MARTINI TO FINISH A PERFECT NIGHT IN STEVENAGE