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
Tag: New Inn
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
TOP 100 – THE NEW INN, FOGGIELOAN
This next one was marvellous, but frankly you’re going to need to look at the pub porn and imagine it, so poor was my note-taking. I don’t normally stick a place straight into my coveted Top 100 on one visit but sometimes rules need to be broken (there are no rules). Eagle-eyed readers, which narrows… Continue reading TOP 100 – THE NEW INN, FOGGIELOAN
SALISBURY – MORE THAN A MUMMIFIED HAND
Just for the Prof, who quite likes the place. And so do I. Last stop for me before Larmer Gardens and my annual alt.music fest, Salisbury is a good mix of pubs, stunning Georgian buildings, a church unencumbered by scaffolding, Ushers signage you can see while avoiding Trowbridge, and a lovelier underpass than any in… Continue reading SALISBURY – MORE THAN A MUMMIFIED HAND
RORTY CRANKLE
More cutting-edge craft in North Yorkshire, or North Awesome as it’s now known. Thornton le Dale has more gentle folk visitors than residents, here for the chocolate factory and a vain attempt to uncover the meaning behind “Rorty Crankle”. There’s a pub of that name in Kent, if it helps. Chocolate and mystery aside, it’s… Continue reading RORTY CRANKLE
OUTSIDE LOO JOY IN HADLOW DOWN
Once we get back from Ayr (if we’re not burnt to a crisp as we re-enter England), I need to add some tags, as youngsters call them, to recent posts. Worryingly, the most common tags will be “closed pub” “Ugh !” and “outside loos“. At least the last of those are always a joy, and… Continue reading OUTSIDE LOO JOY IN HADLOW DOWN
BITTER & TWISTED IN LITTLEHAMPTON
It’s just ocurred to me that East Preston might also align itself with Littlehampton. No idea why, but then CAMRA branch geography is equally weird. I’d been looking forward to an overdue return to Littlehampton, which seems to have upped its game since my last visit, with an average visitor age some 37 years below… Continue reading BITTER & TWISTED IN LITTLEHAMPTON
