Mrs RM had spent 9 nights in Royal Tunbridge Wells solving family dramas so was grateful when I came to drive her home, particularly as the in-laws toilet was broken and the outside privy had been decommissioned in 1972. It’s a four hour journey from Kent to Sheffield, so Stamford is a decent half-way stop… Continue reading TEA IN THE TOBIE NORRIS
Tag: Lincolnshire
A PINCHED TICK IN PINCHBECK
Not gonna lie; Lincolnshire is the worst English GBG county for beer quality, perhaps Bedfordshire is a little worse for pub quality as at least Lincs has Grantham and Louth. But my licking of Lincs concludes in the Fens near Greater Boston, a fine place to finish. Last year Wyberton Fen, this year Pinchbeck. Us… Continue reading A PINCHED TICK IN PINCHBECK
ST MARTIN GOES TO ST MARTIN’S
I met Matt for breakfast at the Koffee Pot yesterday, and the conversation covered the usual topics; trade in central Manchester, how lovely it is that Boris has sired another child, and who the most rubbish Spotify Wrapped. He asks me if I’m up-to-date with the blog. Well, this is last Thursday, so not bad… Continue reading ST MARTIN GOES TO ST MARTIN’S
TOP 100 PUBS – VICTORIA, LINCOLN
Have I done this one before ? Wouldn’t surprise me. Pauline nearly guessed right, I did look in the window of the Strugglers, named after the ascent from the Wetherspoons to the pubs at the top of the hill. Sadly staff illness had scuppered what look like a good trading day. Such is a publican’s… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – VICTORIA, LINCOLN
LUSH LOUTH
One left to do to complete Lincolnshire (YOU do it) and a dash to Grimsby bus station via blocks of ice and fish smoking factories. I’m afraid the number 51 to Louth is not a good advert for the bus, but then I’ve never liked buses, ever since Sally of the 3rd form puked up… Continue reading LUSH LOUTH
GRIMSBY DOCKS
Only 9 days behind with the blogging now, or (checks spreadsheet) 28 pubs. Oh dear. Nearly as bad as BRAPA, who hasn’t even met up with me at the Champion on his blog yet. Normally at this time of year I’d be telling you how wonderful Hull Old Town is, making a poor pun on… Continue reading GRIMSBY DOCKS
“ALWAYS OPEN”
I know how much you lot enjoy it when Simon travels 7 hours to find a pub closed despite being promised it would be open. Truth told, this year has seen fewer epic fails than usual, despite the complete absence of opening hours in the Guide. I guess we’ve had to work harder, comparing Facebook… Continue reading “ALWAYS OPEN”
FLOWERS OF THE FENS
On the morning after the final I visited my sister’s burgeoning garden centre, the first new business in Waterbeach that doesn’t involve pharmacy or pizza since 1963. Mrs RM converted her veg and herbs into a healthy dish later that week. Then I wandered home via the Fen backroads, stopping for a troublesome tick in… Continue reading FLOWERS OF THE FENS
GUESS THE PUB GOES TO LINCS
Due to overwhelming public demand, another Guess the Pub to brighten your weekend, as I head to the ugly duckling of the Beer Guide. Lincolnshire wouldn’t quite have finished bottom of my Counties League Table last year; I like a couple of the coastal resorts and the county town is a gem. Even our mystery… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB GOES TO LINCS
THE BOSTON SAUSAGE
I was umming and ahhing about leading this piece with a picture of bucolic Boston or an actual sausage. Here’s that sausage, encased with onion in a proper pastry filling. But we have a vegan in our house at the moment and I don’t want to upset her. She wouldn’t cope well in Boston, whose… Continue reading THE BOSTON SAUSAGE
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