January 2026. Fleetwood. I’d travelled the length of Blackpool’s tram network for some photos of a noble if faded seaside town and a GBG tick. And, while the Beer Shed looks a bit plain micropub, it’s another exemplar of the model, cheery and chatty and a great advert for cask. First of all, I have… Continue reading THE 2016 REVIVAL CONTINUES APACE ! A £3 PINT IN A FLEETWOOD MICRO
Tag: Lancashire pubs
BURNS NIGHT
January 2026. St Annes. Mrs RM decided to leave the Fifteen at Seventeen Twenty-Three. I have no idea why. “A walk along the bracing sea front, Mrs RM ?“ “No, Mr RM. Tea and back to that nice warm room at the Travelodge“. St Annes was looking pleasant by night, with lots of dining options,… Continue reading BURNS NIGHT
A PRESTON PRE-EMPTIVE
A bit of a confessional tonight (don’t worry, not in a Patrice Evra way). After finishing Lancashire near Clitheroe I toyed with the idea of stopping for the night at the Red Pump. But it was a) £65 a night, b) about to close its bar at 8pm. And the Premier Inn at Preston central… Continue reading A PRESTON PRE-EMPTIVE
THE SUN SETS ON LANCASHIRE GBG FOR ANOTHER YEAR
Ah, bucolic Bowland, favourite of Her Majesty AND me. We also share a love for Doom Bar and errant sons, I believe. Here’s some drone photography of Lancashire for you; see if you can spot the areas in enhanced lockdown (no exchange of bodily fluids allowed after 18:45 Mon to Wed, 20:45, Thr to Sun).… Continue reading THE SUN SETS ON LANCASHIRE GBG FOR ANOTHER YEAR
BUSTLING BURSCOUGH
This has been a tiring week of travel, and it’s not often I say that. Two trips to Manchester, a dozen journeys taking Matt and his precious possessions between Salford, a storage depot on Ashton Old Road, and his new house in Ancoats. He’s looking worse for wear too. But he’s moved now, so no… Continue reading BUSTLING BURSCOUGH
SEEING THE PRESTON
Odd tidy-up post, this, combining Preston, Penwortham and the Queen of Sydney. Quite a good day out from Eccles, five new GBG pubs including two I failed to pre-empt on the legendary Preston trip back in the heady days of August. I was a bit surprised to see Orchard enter the GBG mere days later,… Continue reading SEEING THE PRESTON
HEST IS BEST
Lancashire pub life, eh ? Ain’t it grand. Irish Sea Dave is the expert on the basic pubs of Morecambe Bay, and has almost certainly beat me to the Crossing at the, er, crossing at Hest Bank, one of three (3) pubs in a row on my Morecambe meander. A pleasant stroll along the coast… Continue reading HEST IS BEST
JOHN SMITH’S AND JESSIE’S GIRL
Yes, new cover stars for our penultimate Preston post. Note the Two Mudgies (BBC 4, Thursdays, 1.30am) discussing the pronunciation of Thwaites. Reaching the inevitable climax now, we headed back toward the market and, er, the Market. Whether the Market Tavern or Tap, I care not. Well, I’m going with what it says on the… Continue reading JOHN SMITH’S AND JESSIE’S GIRL
THE STRAWBERRY THIEF
No, not Matthew. The wallpaper (apparently). I rejoined the Preston Craft Advance Group in the Moorbrook after checking in to my trusty Premier Inn, narrowly resisting the urge to sleep till Saturday. My formal visit to the Moorbrook must have been just before I started this blog in late 2015, and somehow I did it… Continue reading THE STRAWBERRY THIEF
CLITHEROE REDEMPTION
I must stop banging on about how far behind I am on this blog. But for context, I think they were still ducking witches when I made this trip to Clitheroe. For evidence of the antiquity of this post, just see the spelling of “bollack” on the town’s official graffiti wall. Clitheroe and the Forest… Continue reading CLITHEROE REDEMPTION
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