First rule of blogging. Stick a pub cat in there somewhere. Even if the Landlord can’t be bothered to name it. Simon and I called him Mudgie. Or Madgie if it was a girl, I didn’t look/ask. Pub 3 was the Duke’s Arms in Burton Latimer. My top readers, i.e. the Americans, will remember this… Continue reading “I’VE BEEN THROUGH THE PUB DESERT FOR A CAT WITH NO NAME”
Tag: Northamptonshire
BRAPA AND THE DUKES
I was a bit conflicted on which photo to lead with today. BRAPA’s camouflage shirt that helps him hide from irate microbrewery owners, or this one; Face it, how often do you get the award-winning, flame-resistant Ullage, Quality Street and a Tardis* in the same shot ? Quite simply, the Duke’s Head in Woodford is… Continue reading BRAPA AND THE DUKES
HEY HO, LET’S GO. TO HEYFORD
Another “Last GBG Pub In The County” for you, and more evidence that Northamptonshire is an underrated pubby gem (don’t argue, I’ll fight ya). Even more so than, say, Dorset or Gwent, Northants throws up villages seemingly untouched by progress, reflected in the pubs. Last year we had the magical Three Horseshoes in Ecton,… Continue reading HEY HO, LET’S GO. TO HEYFORD
“A LITTLE PEACE” ON PUNKY MONDAY IN BURTON LATIMER
I think I forgot to tell you that our trip to North America was scuppered by the collapse of Primera Air, so I’ll never know how jaywalking in New York compares to Duisburg. But every cloud, etc. etc. In fact, this Saturday I’ll be meeting Mr Project Calypso himself, and have the honour of driving… Continue reading “A LITTLE PEACE” ON PUNKY MONDAY IN BURTON LATIMER
STILL LIFE IN PEDIGREE
The Bass love-in continues apace, I’m pleased to see, but I’d hate to see Pedigree written off prematurely. Perhaps even more than Bass, it needs care, and a bit of time. So I’m going to plug good pints of Pedi wherever I find them. Even outside Derby and Staffs, which sounds like sacrilege. As the… Continue reading STILL LIFE IN PEDIGREE
ANNOYING THE BLACK PRINCE WITH “FIRESTARTER”
Via the Norton spare shop, our Beer & Pubs Forum headed onwards and sidewards to the Black Prince, sister pub to the Olde England. You may be able to tell the familial resemblance, though the Gents owed more to the Combermere. It’s a bit closer to town, on Northampton‘s equivalent of Cambridge’s Mill Road, and… Continue reading ANNOYING THE BLACK PRINCE WITH “FIRESTARTER”
SADDLE SOAP ADVICE AT THE LAMPLIGHTER
It’s more than two weeks since our Northampton trip, so you could forgive me for making it up at this stage. But I have my notes, I have my photos, and now I have Richard Coldwell‘s blog to copy remind me of Pub No. 4. The Lamplighter was a real backstreet boozer on my… Continue reading SADDLE SOAP ADVICE AT THE LAMPLIGHTER
