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
Tag: Lincolnshire
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
SCUNTHORPE STEELS ITSELF FOR CRAFT
There must be a better blog title than that, but I’ve just had a haggis supper on the Royal Mile and I can’t be bothered. Be prepared to be a bit surprised, though I’ll wager I can count the number of you who’ve previously enjoyed Scunny’s charms on one hand (a trip to Glanford Park… Continue reading SCUNTHORPE STEELS ITSELF FOR CRAFT
ROOTING FOR WROOT
I’ve no idea why you’re reading this when you should be doing the BRAPA Quiz. Perhaps I’ll do a highbrow version of Si’s Quiz for my own 5th anniversary, and hide pub reference in Wesley hymns. You can never have enough Wesley on this blog. I sense this wasn’t exactly a ringing endorsement of Wroot… Continue reading ROOTING FOR WROOT
PUB FOR GUY
Celebrity pubs, eh ? Nearly as dreadful as celebrity beers. Still, I was excited to visit Guy Martin‘s pub in Kirmington, Greater Grimsby, keen to see if he’d kept any Madonna memorabilia in the divorce settlement. Oh, sorry, that’s Ritchie. (I genuinely thought they were the same person). This Guy is a famous biker, apparently.… Continue reading PUB FOR GUY
CAISTOR SUGAR
And so to the Humber for three days of what is known in ticking circles as “mopping up”. I can’t wait to show you my famous GBG map and spreadsheet soon, so that Duncan can laugh at it. First stop, Caistor, capital of the “Greater Lincolnshire Backwaters”, shown here in relation to Grimsby for context.… Continue reading CAISTOR SUGAR
NEW YEAR, SAME LINCOLNSHIRE
By my reckoning the earliest you could have had a new GBG tick in 2019 was at the Sandpiper, Paisley/Glasgow Airport, mere miles from the Pubmeister’s moth collection. If I could have been there for the 5am opening, I would have been. Perhaps I will, someday. Instead, It Begins In Lincolnshire, which sounds like… Continue reading NEW YEAR, SAME LINCOLNSHIRE
