Back at the terrifying underpass at Newport Station at 7pm, I had a few choices after checking in at the Spoons. Train to Cardiff to join a crowd of 7 million celebrating the TdF with Brains in a plastic cup. Go to bed, listen to Brexit debate over a Chinese takeaway. As 2), but find… Continue reading NOW, EVEN NEWPORT GOES MICRO MAD
Tag: Micro Pubs
LANCASHIRE’S PUB OF THE YEAR -THE BARE FACTS
While in Overton I skimmed through the local CAMRA magazines looking for pubs offering that crucial 10p members discount that determines all my pub visits. Staring at me from the cover was this; Yes, a pub I hadn’t been in yet was their Pub of the Year. A potential pre-emptive tick and a chance for… Continue reading LANCASHIRE’S PUB OF THE YEAR -THE BARE FACTS
THE RAINHILL (MEGHAN) TRAIN(OR) TRIALS
More tenuous titles for you as I finish Merseyside GBG for the year, AND break my Meghan Trainor duck. You don’t get nonsense like this with Pubmeister, you know… Oh, perhaps you do. As I’ve said before, only slavishly following the Beer Guide path takes you to the world’s most unexpected places. Like Rainhill, in… Continue reading THE RAINHILL (MEGHAN) TRAIN(OR) TRIALS
A QUICK DASH TO KNOTTY ASH
If it’s any consolation, I’m finding these posts as exhausting as you are. But I’m almost at last week’s Isle of Man trip (aka HenGate), which you can read about on Pubmeister’s blog if you’re desperate for Manx mutterings. First up though, Merseyside Complete. With every new entry in Merseyside CAMRA being either a micro… Continue reading A QUICK DASH TO KNOTTY ASH
CHARFIELD’S PEAR TREE – A HALF IN A PINT POT
I keep telling you how micro pubs aren’t real pubs, then finding one I like. Here’s yet another winner. No, I’d never heard of Charfield, either. But not only does it have a micro pub, but the “African Conservation Experience” AND “Sofa Riot*“, On the same site. Russ should investigate. Anyway, the Pear Tree confounds… Continue reading CHARFIELD’S PEAR TREE – A HALF IN A PINT POT
PARMOLAND
Sorry for the gap between posts. I’m just back from the Isle of Man, which has wonderful coast, cask and cockles (well, Queenies), but cruddy internet. Resuming my chronology, I finished Durham’s GBG entries in Stockton-On-Tees, one of our greatest towns. You may disagree with that, but I doubt you’ve been. Or possibly you just… Continue reading PARMOLAND
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
WET WET WORTHING
If you’re getting bored of Sussex, spare a thought for me; I’ve spent 27% of my life in B&Bs there this year, which sounds like a BRAPA stat. Nearly done, and Worthing never disappoints. One way or the other. More great street art for you near the station, anyway. Unless you’re a member of the… Continue reading WET WET WORTHING
INTO THE (PEWSEY MICRO PUB) VALLEY
As you’ll know by now, I never miss a chance of squeezing a Skids song title in , even in an area as tranquil as Salisbury Plain. This is more “Out of Town” than “Sweet Suburbia“. As I must have said before, I have a cousin in Pewsey, but as I’d already had my tea… Continue reading INTO THE (PEWSEY MICRO PUB) VALLEY
OH, THOSE WACKY MICRO PUB NAMES !
You may find this hard to believe but I was nearly 10 before I saw the seaside, a combination of fear of a flat earth, and horse and traps on a go slow on the A10 making journeys from Waterbeach to Hunstanton or Cromer impractical. Nowadays, nearly all the new entries seem to pepper the… Continue reading OH, THOSE WACKY MICRO PUB NAMES !
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