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
Tag: Lincolnshire
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
THIS MARTIN’S GONE TO MARTIN
Almost a Pixies song title. Advice to young bloggers. If your pictures are really dull, just stick a picture of a pub cat at the top. Works every time. Aptly, Martin was very dull. Yes, never mind Chatteris and March, I’m out in the real Fens, even if it isn’t called that. An hour from… Continue reading THIS MARTIN’S GONE TO MARTIN
RUNNING UP THAT HILL – A LINCOLN LOLLOP
More Autumn loveliness before the floods. You know where Lincoln is, I’m sure. In fact it’s locally known as “28.6 miles from Scunthorpe“. Better to show you the close-up. It all happens north of the station. Still one of the iconic views up Broadgate. Not much street art on view, though there is a fading… Continue reading RUNNING UP THAT HILL – A LINCOLN LOLLOP
THE 5pm PINT OF XB MAN
On to my last Lincolnshire Beer Guide pub, always a bittersweet moment. Something to do with the diacetyl, I guess. Not a great county, for pubs or beer, but that’s not really the point of all this, is it ? In Lincolnshire, it’s often about windmills. This is Burgh-le-Marsh, a pretty village 5 miles and… Continue reading THE 5pm PINT OF XB MAN
DOOMED
Greetings from Broughty Ferry, temporary home of the CAMRA AGM attendees, and also the Punx, on the way to the BrewDog AGM up in Ellon. Two cultures clash. These are my freebies so far from the Punx, the Spoons, and the CAMRA. You left me in Scunthorpe, where for old times sake I popped… Continue reading DOOMED
