More unpronounceable (if you can’t pronounce them) Welsh villages, as we leave a fully-ticked Herefordshire a fortnight ago for our Room at the Inn. I used to use that CAMRA guidebook to £45 B & B pubs in the 90s, before the internet made books redundant. We tend to mix up the nights in a… Continue reading PUB LIFE, ABEREDW
AKA Dodging Duncan. This post from Euro Semi-Final day feels more interminable than the Final itself by now, but we brought it to a close near Gladestry at the end of the Hergest Ridge in what Real County Enthusiasts know as Radnorshire. Not many people are aware that Hergest is named after the “difficult” sophomore… Continue reading I’M FEELING GLADESTRY ALL OVER
My last Mid Wales pub on the trip, and almost certainly my last in GBG19. And what a cracker the Greyhound was, tucked away in Radnorshire to the west of the thriving metropolis of, er, Knighton. But look, it’s got a railway station, under a slightly different name to fool BRAPA. I’ve kindly worked out… Continue reading THIS ONE LOOKS FAMILIAR !
Asked where my favourite part of the world was, I once replied “Powys“. Clearly misheard as the French capital, much embarrassment ensued. Over time I’ve discovered the competing delights of Franconia, Ghent, Cleethorpes and Havana, but the area resignedly called “Mid-Wales” in the Beer Guide is still a Top 10 destination. Right on Offa’s Dyke, I walked… Continue reading RADNOR : A HARP, A WATERFALL, A DOOM BAR