January 2026. Fleetwood. I’d travelled the length of Blackpool’s tram network for some photos of a noble if faded seaside town and a GBG tick. And, while the Beer Shed looks a bit plain micropub, it’s another exemplar of the model, cheery and chatty and a great advert for cask. First of all, I have… Continue reading THE 2016 REVIVAL CONTINUES APACE ! A £3 PINT IN A FLEETWOOD MICRO
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STUDLEY’S BEER GUIDE LIBRARY
Yes, I’ve been spring cleaning. And yes, this is an unreleased post from the retiredmartin vaults (quite a few drafts in there). But if Car Seat Headrest can revisit and improve stuff from 2011 then so can I. This one is from the infamous Alcester trip from last Autumn. Studley is a self-standing village on… Continue reading STUDLEY’S BEER GUIDE LIBRARY
MORE MALDON MICROS a.k.a. “THE PUBTICKERS FEAR OF THE TASTING DAY”
With only four Guide entries left in Essex for the year, and the rest of the country impassable due to a half inch of snow, Maldon was the only option for our Saturday by the sea. Mrs RM kindly agreed to join me for beer and chip tasting duties. Maldon is a favourite of… Continue reading MORE MALDON MICROS a.k.a. “THE PUBTICKERS FEAR OF THE TASTING DAY”
PETERBOROUGH – YOU BIMBLE INN, YOU BUMBLE OUT
Cambridge folk are supposed to be at war with Peterborough, something to do with a Dion Dublin hat trick in 1989, but I’ve always got on fine with the ones I understood. It appears I also have relatives in their fine city, so I will tread carefully here. Best known for their giant, KeyKeg friendly… Continue reading PETERBOROUGH – YOU BIMBLE INN, YOU BUMBLE OUT
WISTFUL MICROS FOR PENDLE WITCHES
Today we start #PrayForSi week, as BRAPA ventures into Cornwall with only a Good Beer Guide and the sure and certain knowledge that Newquay is a very bad base for tackling the county. To cheer him up, I found a programme (above) of a Hull Tigers match that, by my reckoning, he might well have been conceived… Continue reading WISTFUL MICROS FOR PENDLE WITCHES
A FAVERSHAM FEAST
The major drawback of our campervan is finding a parking space. Luckily Faversham has a giant Food Hall with unlimited opportunity for old folk to prove they can’t park, and none of those irritating white lines you have to park between. Macknade Fine Foods is one of those barns full of Hungarian olives, Welsh octopus… Continue reading A FAVERSHAM FEAST
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