April 2024. Little Brickhill. Milton Keynes. Many folk would be traumatised at the prospect of two (2) pubs in suburban Milton Keynes; I was overjoyed at an overdue return to Newport Pagnell, and a first ever visit to tiny Little Brickhill, virtually a hamlet just south of our most successful soccer franchise and a giant… Continue reading THE EDGE OF….MILTON KEYNES
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SHARING PRAWN COCKTAILS IN SLAPTON SANDS
First things first. A first ever blog view from Burundi overnight. The world’s unhappiest country, apparently, but surely a visit to tick all Burundi’s bars would cheer them up ? This is Lacosta Beach Bar, an Amstel stronghold in Bujumbura; I see sand. Really, not much different from Slapton Sands in Devon. Except for the… Continue reading SHARING PRAWN COCKTAILS IN SLAPTON SANDS
THE BELLS OF MERE
Can I start by thanking Elizabeth for her service to the nation. She will be missed. Back to lesser matters as I ease from Hampshire to Dorset to Wiltshire and a first ever visit to Mere, just off the A303 so beloved of holidaymakers. Mere will not detain you long, a one street town of… Continue reading THE BELLS OF MERE
HOW’D YOU PRONOUCE SEEND CLEEVE THEN ?
Moving on from Westbury, take a look at how green West Wilts is ? The towns of Melksham, Calne and Westbury are a bit plain, but villages like Bratton and Erlestoke are stunning, and of course you get your very own White Horse. Disappointingly, we’d pitched up on a day with a “y” in it… Continue reading HOW’D YOU PRONOUCE SEEND CLEEVE THEN ?
MITHER IN METHERELL
The homeward leg of the Great Tamar Toddle now, as we leave the comfort and charm of Saltash Services for the narrow lanes leading to Metherell on the edge of the Tamar Valley. I was very keen to bring you some unusual information about Metherell; this is the ENTIRE Wikipedia entry; Metherell is a village in… Continue reading MITHER IN METHERELL
GOOD CHEER IN PORLOCK WEIR
Well, well, the world is full of misery today, isn’t it ? So I’m guessing what you want to read about are the joys of a walk in the wonderful North Somerset countryside, where Stella and blackberry matching is de rigueur, and ending at the pebbled beach at Porlock Weir (the Porth Dinllaen of the… Continue reading GOOD CHEER IN PORLOCK WEIR
AN OTTER
No End of the Road Festival for me this year (sob), so no new weird Canadian Americana (?), no vegan murk, so trip along the Zig Zag road in our new campervan to tick Dorset pubs. Pubs like the Blackmore Vale Inn at Marnhull, better known as “Rollivers” in Tess of the Du’rbervilles, a book… Continue reading AN OTTER
GEORGIE THE DEVON PUB CAT ESCAPES FROM THE FRIDGE
“Is he STILL writing about Devon ?!” Not much more, then I can return to a Holt’s pub in Manchester and street art in Hartlepool (honest), which I expect you’ll prefer. Devon can be a bit samey, but like Essex quality was pretty consistent, and the welcome genuine (with one exception). None more so than… Continue reading GEORGIE THE DEVON PUB CAT ESCAPES FROM THE FRIDGE
A MAZE IN THE BUSH
Now I take my snood, to Bude. There’s a book in me somewhere with a title like that. The Cornwall/Devon border is where the OS Map gets interesting, with Lucky Hole, Yeol Mouth and Gooseham competing for Russ’s attention. Loads of new places and lovely long words in the GBG to tick. And some… Continue reading A MAZE IN THE BUSH
MY FIRST EVER KRONENBOURG 1664
A couple of days in Paris with Mrs RM, mainly so I can moan about it on my blog and upset my French reader*. The highlight is always going to be the Sunday morning pint at St Pancras, isn’t it ? I failed to squeeze in here when it opened before Christmas, but 9.45am is… Continue reading MY FIRST EVER KRONENBOURG 1664
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