A night in Newbury, to complete Berkshire’s GBG entries, tick what felt like our 12th Premier Inn of the year already, and of course test out a new Chinese takeaway. All in a night’s work. Look, I even managed some posh Berkshire street art on my 4 mile walk. I asked Matt and apparently “Drek”… Continue reading THE NEWBURY LION ROARS
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NOTHING RHYMES WITH IBIZA
Two posts to go to get shot of Norfolk for another year, the first of them the inevitable Broads gastro. At least there’s nothing near that Dereham hell-hole this time. The worst thing about the Broads is finding something to rhyme with the Bowie line that you’re legally obliged to reference. So here, relatively straight,… Continue reading NOTHING RHYMES WITH IBIZA
POETRY LIES IN THE LION OF LEDBURY
Mrs RM has just started an assignment in Northampton. She’s probably in the Rifle Drum with a pint of Fosters as I wrote this* Before she started I took her on a night out in Hereford, which possibly wasn’t top of her Bucket List but there you go. Getting close to a REAL classic pub… Continue reading POETRY LIES IN THE LION OF LEDBURY
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