INSPECTING THE 1926 ACCOUNT BOOKS AT ST THOMAS, BURTON-LE-COGGLES

16th March 2023. Enough of pubs, let’s focus on Grade II listed Anglican churches on quaintly named Lincolnshire villages. More importantly, let’s liven up the relentless 2:20 hours journey from Sheffield to Waterbeach with a stop in a place I’ve never stopped before. Quite why I’d never been to tiny Burton-le-Coggles before last Thursday is… Continue reading INSPECTING THE 1926 ACCOUNT BOOKS AT ST THOMAS, BURTON-LE-COGGLES

CHANGING THE BARREL OF PEDIGREE IN LEASINGHAM

February 2023. A second pub in Greater Sleaford followed half an hour after the unexpectedly good Greene King IPA, though Leasingham (pop. 1,584) would assert its independence from its nearby town as stridently as it asserted its right to a community pub in 2018. The Duke of Wellington is the third prominent building in the… Continue reading CHANGING THE BARREL OF PEDIGREE IN LEASINGHAM

When a Flaming Grill in Sleaford gets in the Guide, you know the Guide is putting quality first

February 2023. I know you love maps, so here’s two. Of course you already KNOW where Sleaford is; it’s where the Sleaford Mods come from (wrong !, it’s Grantham and Burton). This must be the first venture into North Kesteven where I’ve failed to work Jason’s work into my blog title, but then I don’t… Continue reading When a Flaming Grill in Sleaford gets in the Guide, you know the Guide is putting quality first

THE CLOSEST PUB TO GRANTHAM’S BRAND NEW SOUTHERN RELIEF ROAD !!!

16th January 2023. “Sadly, after Retired Martin completed the Beer Guide, he rather lost the plot. Some days he stayed at home, he started mumbling about revisiting Maidenhead, and then he began to tick ALL THE PUBS IN GRANTHAM”. And why not. Grantham is as good, or bad, as anywhere. I can even park our… Continue reading THE CLOSEST PUB TO GRANTHAM’S BRAND NEW SOUTHERN RELIEF ROAD !!!

THE PROBLEM WITH BEING A GBG COMPLETIST IS THAT YOU HAVE TO GO IN THE LINCOLN STONEGATE PUB

You left me in the Strugglers where a chap on his x-th pub had plonked down next to me to discuss, apropos of nothing, Sigmund Freud. A dog dived into the intellectual’s bag (“He’s after my fricadella“); I feared for my plum bread and made a move. Suddenly, Lincoln made perfect sense, but I was… Continue reading THE PROBLEM WITH BEING A GBG COMPLETIST IS THAT YOU HAVE TO GO IN THE LINCOLN STONEGATE PUB