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

OTTERS AND WOMBATS ON THE SOMERSET LEVELS

People do odd things in summer.  Families of Guardian readers leave their Sussex homes and camp in the Somerset levels, singing jolly songs as they cycle past pumping stations, endless bungalow and drains.  Sounds very much like March. I lasted an hour; an hour punctuated by having to say “Good morning !” at least 17… Continue reading OTTERS AND WOMBATS ON THE SOMERSET LEVELS

DRIZZLE IN BRIZZLE; A LANSDOWN HOROSCOPE

  It had all been going so well since “Drainpour Friday“, as legend now calls it. A week of  good beer in Yorkshire, Lancashire and Somerset, with barely a dip below NBSS 3. And so to Gloucestershire’s final tick, the Lansdown in Clifton. Staying in Weston gives you a £7.10 off-peak return to Bristol (“outrage”… Continue reading DRIZZLE IN BRIZZLE; A LANSDOWN HOROSCOPE

THE RETIREMENT OF THE VILLAGE RATCATCHER

The Forest of Dean is the gift that keeps on giving.  I recommend you cancel your fortnight in England’s most beautiful town, wherever that is*, POLL: England’s Most Beautiful Town – Group C — Pub Curmudgeon 🍻 (@oldmudgie) August 14, 2018 and spend a night in a £30 guest house in Coleford or Cinderford.  Update… Continue reading THE RETIREMENT OF THE VILLAGE RATCATCHER