WELFORD’S WHARF – AS GOOD AS IT GETS

From Bristol, the by now weekly slog back up/down the M5/M42/M6/A14 was completed in just under the 3 hours, there being no pressing reason to stop in Bromsgrove until the new GBG comes out. But Mrs RM needed a refreshment stop (new term) half way. “Pub stop do you ?” “Oh yes.“ You’ll remember the… Continue reading WELFORD’S WHARF – AS GOOD AS IT GETS

PUMP & RUB, THE PUB IS THE HUB

Two more to finish the night in Chester-le-Street for you. It’s a hard place to describe. But pictures often help. A lovely/lively scruffy town of 24,227 souls that looks to Durham City for shopping and high culture in the Station House ,but always returns for the cheap beer and county cricket and Clems. Duncan and… Continue reading PUMP & RUB, THE PUB IS THE HUB

WELFORD – POSH, P****D AND PEDI

I can’t say I enjoy writing these retrospectives, but I DO enjoy reading some of my old posts (and Pubmeister, BRAPA, LifeAfterFootball et al). And blogging beats trying to find something exciting in Waterbeach. Look closely at the “Mon” symbol next to the cutlasses marking the Battle of Naseby, where Curry Charles and I fought… Continue reading WELFORD – POSH, P****D AND PEDI

“THERE’S A PUB ON THE CORNER…”

12th February 2020 It’s seventeen years since I saw Maria McKee play at Liverpool’s Academy 2, an incendiary full band gig I’ve only seen equalled by you know who since. The highlight of that night was this epic with its classic opening line. “There’s a pub on the corner” That night my pre-gig pint (possibly… Continue reading “THERE’S A PUB ON THE CORNER…”

CROUCHING DINER, HIDDEN PEDIGREE

Yet another county completed. Just for Si, here’s Doable Derbyshire; Just to confuse you, BRAPA came to the Spotted Cow in Holbrook AFTER me and has already blogged about it. His post is much too long for me to read, of course. Holbrook is eminently doable from Derby, as long as you don’t get distracted… Continue reading CROUCHING DINER, HIDDEN PEDIGREE

VANILLA ESPRESSO MARTINIS & MARSTON’S PEDIGREE IN A NORTHAMPTON ESTATE PUB

Mrs RM is on a long-term project in Northampton.  She feels your pain. I joined her at the Campanile Hotel on the edge of nowhere.  It has French pizza and (brewery unspecified) Boddingtons on keg, she tells me. Next door was a Harvester with a lone Doom Bar pump, which sounds appealing on a Monday… Continue reading VANILLA ESPRESSO MARTINIS & MARSTON’S PEDIGREE IN A NORTHAMPTON ESTATE PUB