October 2025. Tutbury. As BRAPA will tell you, half the fun of GBG ticking is sitting down with the new Guide and working out legal routes to get to an isolated village by public transport. Then giving up and getting your dad to drive you. I’d forgotten Tutbury (& Hatton) had a station, just one… Continue reading TUTBURY TICKING
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ANY (NEW)PORT (PUB) IN A STORM
March 2024. Newport (Shropshire). Oooh, look how close I got to a emotional return to High Offley’s Anchor. Actually, I’d like to go with BRAPA; he should make it his last Guide tick, 7pm on a freezing Thursday in February. We could conceivably have parked a mile or so from the Anchor, but it was… Continue reading ANY (NEW)PORT (PUB) IN A STORM
EVERY, SHA-LA-LA-LA-LA
August 2023. Royal Leamington Spa. A good day in Leamington came to an early end (peaked too soon after that keg in the Drawing Board), but not before a artisanal matching of Proper Pub and Chinese takeaway to end the night. The New Inn is in the southern half of town, the old part in… Continue reading EVERY, SHA-LA-LA-LA-LA
WINCHELSEA – I TOLD YOU IT HAD A HILL
April 2023. Rye is a great base for pubs in all directions (except south. No idea what’s south), and has wonderful walks west through the nature reserve to Winchelsea. One lesser-known footpath takes you through fields full of pebbles, past the meteorite that flattened the nascent East Sussex micropub movement in 1478. The ducks took… Continue reading WINCHELSEA – I TOLD YOU IT HAD A HILL
WHITE RAT AND WOTSITS AT RADCLIFFE’S NEW INN
Definitely a Cream track off Disraeli Gears, I think. 5th December 2022. I walked the B6292 from central Radcliffe to the New Inn. I really did. Look ! Here’s proof. Handsome church, stately town hall, weird statues that look like they belong in Bromsgrove. and after 20 minutes the New Inn, the very definition of… Continue reading WHITE RAT AND WOTSITS AT RADCLIFFE’S NEW INN
THE SCILLIES HAVE FALLEN. AND SO HAS BAA BAA TOURE.
Summer 2022 has seen trips to the Isles of Man, Wight, Orkney (Mainland), Rousay, Uist (North & South), Lewis, Harris, Skye and ALL of the Channel Islands in pursuit of The Goal. But the Isles of Scilly was possibly the most nerve-jangling trip of the lot, and not just because I’d be out of my… Continue reading THE SCILLIES HAVE FALLEN. AND SO HAS BAA BAA TOURE.
THE LOCAL’S CHOICE IN ST. ASAPH
The North Wales holiday coast isn’t typically top of a ticker’s bucket list, but in recent years I’ve made the case (and lost it) for Rhyl and Prestatyn better that the Flintshire Tourist Office. Can I do the same for St Asaph, coincidentally bearing the same name as the stately cathedral that dominates the town… Continue reading THE LOCAL’S CHOICE IN ST. ASAPH
ROYDON RUMBLES INTO THE GBG
Blimey. A month after I contemplated a first visit to Hoddesdon for the first time in a quarter century (football rather than pubs), the Beer Guide sends me there. Well, Roydon, which is on the edge, in some senses. Some lovely villages between the “challenging” towns of Hoddy and Harlow, with Roydon having the bonus… Continue reading ROYDON RUMBLES INTO THE GBG
LOST IN A(SHCLYST) FOREST, ALL ALONE
Another night, another exciting pitched tent campervan in an empty layby on the edge of a forest I’d never heard of before. You can tell it’s Devon from the high hedges. Ashclyst is lovely, best explored at first light after the sleep of the just. If you want to sleep in pitch darkness, come here.… Continue reading LOST IN A(SHCLYST) FOREST, ALL ALONE
BRING ME SUNSHINE, SAYS MRS RM
That pic of the Prospect of Whitby is what we call clickbait. Some of you will think “Ah, Goths and the Magpie“, others will know it as “that Wapping pub by the Thames I always assumed was a Sam Smiths“. I took it in the New Inn, Yarm’s new micro. I popped in, pre-emptively, after… Continue reading BRING ME SUNSHINE, SAYS MRS RM
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