THE BUTCHER’S HOOK – NO MORE A THORNBURY IN MY SIDE

Mrs RM is winding down her IT gigs a bit so she can spend more time winding me up (joking, joking). On our first joint trip away in months we headed to Gloucestershire, coincidentally home to my final 4 Guide ticks in that intriguing county. Back in the Olden Days when people travelled to go… Continue reading THE BUTCHER’S HOOK – NO MORE A THORNBURY IN MY SIDE

“You went all the way to Whitby and all you brought me back was an empty chip box !”

Oh, and some pictures of micropubs. One of them is in the railway station; it took me AGES to find it. Whitby was heaving on Sunday. “The busiest place I’ve seen since St Ives at Easter or York’s Shambles” I wrote in 2016, and it still holds. Perhaps Andover will acquire such heights of popularity now BRAPA… Continue reading “You went all the way to Whitby and all you brought me back was an empty chip box !”

DOING THE 92 – PIGBAG, PARMOS AND PHIL STAMP

  Not a great programme from the collection, but a significant one. Before there was GBG ticking there was football ticking. I finished my pursuit of the 92 League Grounds on a crisp March Sunday afternoon at the Riverside. A first visit to Middlesbrough, which we immediately deduced was the Watford of the North, but… Continue reading DOING THE 92 – PIGBAG, PARMOS AND PHIL STAMP

WESTON BLACK CATS AND CULLOMPTON BLOWOUTS

18th January 2020 I’ve been uncharacteristically generous to my Sis on this trip, you might think, given the tiny lanes she directed me down in Cornwall (“Only following orders !”). But her pubby observations are highly valued, she doesn’t chat about the Love Island twins from Waterbeach, and when we had a tyre blow out… Continue reading WESTON BLACK CATS AND CULLOMPTON BLOWOUTS