Here’s some views for you, then. A bridge over the Atlantic, apparently, and a canon primed (?) to attack deliveries of craft beer. Oh, and a lovely garden in which to enjoy the mist descending. This is Clachan Seil, one of the most romantic sounding settings for a GBG entry which hove into view just… Continue reading THE BRIDGE OVER THE ATLANTIC
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JARL AND A MINI PLOUGHMANS IN RAMSBOTTOM RBL
6th February 2020 Onto my latest trip now, a rather disastrous attempt to get my hair cut. My base for the next two days was Heaton Chapel, which some of you may have heard of. It’s in Greater Manchester/Stockport/Cheshire Lancashire. I paid the princely sum of £54.40 for a two night stay in Trivelles on… Continue reading JARL AND A MINI PLOUGHMANS IN RAMSBOTTOM RBL
THE THRILL OF THE GRILL
While I’d been slogging my way up to the Highlands and round the Moray coast towards Aberdeen, Mrs RM had taking the easy option of a Logan Air flight from Southend. I think you should demand she blogs about Southend, you know. She’ll have had this view as the plane bumbled towards Trump Airport in… Continue reading THE THRILL OF THE GRILL
GOD SPEEDWELL YOU ! GREEN EMPEROR
Nice obscure Canadian post-rock reference there for Russ and any other Canucks reading this. We pick up the story as the train from Perth arrives at a Dundee station bursting with pre-AGM anticipation. I headed straight to Caird Hall to pick up my CAMRA Members’ Weekend goody bag, my first since the Isle of Man… Continue reading GOD SPEEDWELL YOU ! GREEN EMPEROR
SAINTS AT THE CHERRYBANK
One last pub in Perth before I could join the queue for goody bags and “Say No To Craft” badges back in Dundee. A fairly hefty walk to the Cherrybank, the one I’d been looking forward to most. Always best to alternate your pints of keg with caffeine of course, so I stopped in Blend… Continue reading SAINTS AT THE CHERRYBANK
33-0
Next up was the Goose Island Tap. Unless you’re BRAPA. you have to be very careful with your blog titles here, so I’ve made this one abstract. It’s a jolly walk down from Old Street towards Spitalfields past some of the most interesting modern development in the City. I’m improving. I only bumped into 3… Continue reading 33-0
BROMLEY GOES TASTER-MAD
On to one of the real tourist honeypots that the Guide brings you kicking and screaming to, in this case on a slow train from Denmark Hill. “Welcome to Bromley” screams the sign welcoming tourists, probably. This is the place that South-east London and West Kent shoppers used to travel to in the decades before… Continue reading BROMLEY GOES TASTER-MAD
TOP 100 PUBS – THE LAURIESTON, GLASGOW
I just re-read my last post and realised how little detail there was about essentials like beer names, hop varieties, toilet breaks recorded, peanuts spilt etc etc. That’s because Pubmeister and Madame Luna were such good company I didn’t take notes or photos. And that’s how it should be. But I was always… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – THE LAURIESTON, GLASGOW
AYRS AND GRACES
Ayr is a funny old place. Wonderful beaches, classic bridges, historic architecture, and some of the shabbiest streets outside Carluke. Some really smart streets south of town toward the old racecourse though, with a couple of genteel hotels in the Beer Guide for those with the energy for a walk down Racecourse Rd. Mrs RM… Continue reading AYRS AND GRACES
AYR – THE JOY OF 6-1 AND YELLOW MUSTARD
Twenty years ago during the French World Cup, pre-children, Mrs RM and I did a Grand Tour of Scotland that went a bit like this; Don’t ask why it started in Macclesfield, or memories of a Virgin train from Euston will come flooding back, and we don’t want that, do we ? Quite a few… Continue reading AYR – THE JOY OF 6-1 AND YELLOW MUSTARD
