You might think it rather telling that my “featured image” (above) for Withernsea is a visualisation of what the Prom might look like one day; I couldn’t possibly comment. My massive master GBG spreadsheet tells me this is my first ever pub in “Withered“, as its friends probably call it. But I’ve clearly been here… Continue reading A FISH TEA IN WITHERNSEA
Tag: Micro Pubs
HED’ON ISM
The Great East Yorkshire Completion (GEYC) weekend arrived, with two days to clear five GBG pubs before we re-enter the Ice Age (SOURCE: Daily Express). If Hull feels a long way away (SOURCE: Every lazy London journalist, ever), Hedon feels ever more isolated from the real world, whatever that is. Here you get a distinct… Continue reading HED’ON ISM
A BIG HUG IN THE PUP & DUCKLING
Dickens scholars will know that in 1865, at the age of 53, our greatest fictional author (apart from BRAPA) was involved in the Staplehurst rail crash, after which his writing took a turn for the worse (see: latter chapters of Our Mutual Friend). Now, I’m not comparing myself with Charles D, he was strictly… Continue reading A BIG HUG IN THE PUP & DUCKLING
TURTLES AT THE GATES OF ALDRIDGE
The snow cleared (if it ever existed; I blame Russian mind bots), just in time. One more day in Cambridgeshire and I’d be going crazier than Jose Mourinho. If that irritating Solihull micro ever opens I’ll finish the West Midlands this week. Why is it always Solihull that holds everything up ? But Aldridge Village… Continue reading TURTLES AT THE GATES OF ALDRIDGE
SCHLEPPY IN SHEPPEY
Bet you’re rushing for your OED right now to find out what Schleppy means, aren’t you ? Actually, you’re probably looking at your battered Philip Navigator to see where Sheppey is. Just here, north of Sittingbourne (note old and new A249 routes). I was sure I’d written about Sheppey before, but it seems my exciting… Continue reading SCHLEPPY IN SHEPPEY
FINDING MY FATHER’S MOUSTACHE IN LOUTH
Having ticked Louth’s new Guide entry we continued our exploration of the town. We had two criteria; Visit places with traditional sounding Lincolnshire names; and assess new hipster craft beer bar “My Fathers Moustache“. Thanks to WhatPub, I knew a little already. As recently as 2013 the local CAMRA branch had surveyed the pub and… Continue reading FINDING MY FATHER’S MOUSTACHE IN LOUTH
A SENSIBLE NIGHT IN KELSO ALWAYS AVOIDS TREPANNING AFTER GIN
Don’t oversell your blog posts, folks. Last 3 things said by @christinet50 "More gin""The spoons won't reach""Phil Collins"Going to be a good blog from #Kelso pic.twitter.com/Q6PwFQqK2K — Martin Taylor (@NHS_Martin) February 18, 2018 Unless you’ve got something really important to say like the availability of flat Bass in a proper pub, anyway. One night… Continue reading A SENSIBLE NIGHT IN KELSO ALWAYS AVOIDS TREPANNING AFTER GIN
WALLPAPER CHOICES IN WEST THIRSTON
I’m up to date, now, so this blog can be strictly chronological ’till I run out of material and dig out photos of me in shorts drinking Tizer on a Leiston caravan park. Pray it never gets to that stage. Five posts from the trip to Kelso and back (rejected title for a Saxon… Continue reading WALLPAPER CHOICES IN WEST THIRSTON
MORE BOLTON – FINDING BUNBURY’S
I left Great Ale at the Vaults last Saturday (20/1/18) greatly cheered by new Bolton. The Market Place shopping centre, helped by flashy cinema, seemed a lot more youthful than Bolton normally does. Stopfordians should visit and see what they could have had. Saying that, central Bolton is still definitely a “work-in-progress“. The indoor market… Continue reading MORE BOLTON – FINDING BUNBURY’S
IMPOSSIBLE JIGSAWS IN DURHAM MICRO PUBS
The big news in Durham is the closure of Bella Pasta, or whatever it was called this year. This was the poshest place we’d ever been to when we first visited the city in ’96, memorable for the £12.99 chocolate fondue and the view of the castle. The “Closed” signs were a hammer blow… Continue reading IMPOSSIBLE JIGSAWS IN DURHAM MICRO PUBS
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