Lancashire pub life, eh ? Ain’t it grand. Irish Sea Dave is the expert on the basic pubs of Morecambe Bay, and has almost certainly beat me to the Crossing at the, er, crossing at Hest Bank, one of three (3) pubs in a row on my Morecambe meander. A pleasant stroll along the coast… Continue reading HEST IS BEST
Tag: Micro Pubs
WISTFUL IN WHISTON
Still in Liverpool, folks. Mind you, BRAPA is still in Dorset, getting further behind by the day. I waved Stafford Paul off at Lime Street as he returned to the bosom of a Proper Pub (probably the Roscoe Head) and set off for an afternoon of micro madness. I reckoned I could be in Whiston… Continue reading WISTFUL IN WHISTON
SUNSET ON COWES
Two more to finish off my first successful incursion into the Isle of Wight since 2008, fact fans. I’m claiming ten ticks, as I actually touched the King’s Head, even though it was closed. With its windy little streets and cosy pubs, it’s easy to see why Queen Victoria warmed to Cowes, turning her back… Continue reading SUNSET ON COWES
PARISIAN MICROPUB HUNT
I made Mrs RM walk all the way round central Paris while we were there, 15 miles on the Monday alone (she tells me, bitterly). After all, you can’t see backstreet pubs from the metro, can you ? From the lower Mousse we ambled back to Montmartre via the Louvre and Les Halles, guided only… Continue reading PARISIAN MICROPUB HUNT
NEWCASTLE – BRIDGES, BALTIC, BOX SOCIAL
Tuesday was my fifth successive trip to Newcastle in sub-zero temperatures, which says something about the cruelty of the Premier League fixture calendar. But you can never tire of the Tyne, or this month’s exhibition by Heather Phillipson in BALTIC, but can you get bored of Tyneside micros ?, I wonder. My usual confused stroll… Continue reading NEWCASTLE – BRIDGES, BALTIC, BOX SOCIAL
MAGPIES IN THE MICROS
Nearly finished my January posts now; then I can do one of those big “State of the Spreadsheet” posts showing just how far behind Pubmeister I really am. Last up in Dryanuary was a Tuesday night in Newcastle to watch Citeh take their customary 3 points from St. James Park. Throughout the day the BBC… Continue reading MAGPIES IN THE MICROS
ROOTS MANOEUVRE
“Taskmaster burst the bionic zit-splitter Breakneck speed we drown ten pints of bitter We lean all day and some say that ain’t productive That depend upon the demons that you’re stuck with” Roots Manuva – Witness Clearly Rodney aka Roots has been on a pub crawl with Stafford’s Paul and knows that ten pints of… Continue reading ROOTS MANOEUVRE
A WOBBLE IN WIGAN
After the high of Roger Protz introducing Bad Kitty at Manchester Beer Festival, there’s nowhere else to go. Except Wigan. 30 minutes from Manchester Deansgate, and a few years ago it would have been 30 years back in time. But not these days. “Wigan is Really Great” as they probably say. Now Duncan had set… Continue reading A WOBBLE IN WIGAN
MICRO PUB MEN, POCAHONTAS AND ME – BACK TO GRAVESEND
Manchester Beer Fest day. If you’re there, buy me a low alcohol German beer. That’s me in the corner, whining about the lack of seating. Duncan will be there, showing off his knees and his GBG. I bet he’s done Kent, even though it’s 300 miles away from him and virtually next door to me.… Continue reading MICRO PUB MEN, POCAHONTAS AND ME – BACK TO GRAVESEND
BUT ARE YA OPEN ?
And so to Darton, a solid looking bit of north Barnsley that has suddenly sprouted a couple of micro bars to entice you away from the town’s Conservative Club. I’m more than slightly staggered to read the village has a population of 21,345, as many as Bridgnorth and Bewdley combined. It’s seemingly served by… Continue reading BUT ARE YA OPEN ?
