20th March 2023. I’d given myself two hours to walk the 5 miles to outer Stourbridge and back, visit the two new GBG pubs, squeeze in lunch and perhaps a Bathams. It was JUST enough time. I’d forgot how many pubs there were along the A458 as Stourbridge becomes Wollaston, and the Black Country becomes… Continue reading THE FIRST DAY OF SPRING IN WOLLASTON
Tag: Plough
GLOUCESTERSHIRE HAS FALLEN – A CHARFIELD CRACKER
I like to imagine my readers in their condominiums (nothing to do with prophylactics, apparently), following my progress round the UK on giant maps or Google Street View, perhaps mirroring my mileage on their exercise bikes. Here’s on Journey to Glory (random Spandau Ballet reference for Mark C) completing Gloucestershire. Charfield , tucked in the… Continue reading GLOUCESTERSHIRE HAS FALLEN – A CHARFIELD CRACKER
BUSTING THE PARKING BUDGET IN OXFORD
A week of continuous travel, not much of it to pubs, and now I’m on my fourth (4th) train of the day and it’s only 10.13. On Monday night I was in Oxford for my penultimate Oxon tick, Mrs RM parking the campervan in the first available car park (it’s a hellish city) and shouting… Continue reading BUSTING THE PARKING BUDGET IN OXFORD
A PICNIC AT DAMFLASK
We pressed on to the Bradfields, Sheffield’s equivalent of the Hamptons I guess. One of the largest parishes in Britain, stretching from the housing estates of Stannington to the weekend walker wonderlands of Strines, Bradfield dominates North-West Sheffield and the entrance to the Peak. High Bradfield has the huge Thwaites dining pub and the eponymous… Continue reading A PICNIC AT DAMFLASK
“£2 A PINT. ALL DAY, EVERY DAY”
How I wish I could find something to rhyme with Oswestry. BRAPA will make up a word that translate into Welsh as something rude. I was here a year ago, rediscovering a town on the rise and proclaiming the Bailey Head one of the pubs of the year. It takes great self-control to avoid a… Continue reading “£2 A PINT. ALL DAY, EVERY DAY”
WE WISH YOU A BRAPA CHRISTMAS
Only two days to the 25th, when I was really hoping to have caught up on the blog so I could start my extended highlights package, which this year will include a special award for the best pashmina (or male scarf, I’m no sexist). First up, here’s my thoughts on the most recent BRAPA burst… Continue reading WE WISH YOU A BRAPA CHRISTMAS
FRACKED OFF AT LEITH HILL
This may be a short post as I’m waiting for Mrs RM to arrive back at Stansted, her bottle of Elvis Juice chilling in the fridge. The Plough at Coldharbour in the heart of the Surrey Hills was one of those pubs that I was sure I’d been to before. Duncan and Simon will know… Continue reading FRACKED OFF AT LEITH HILL
WEST FEN PEARLS
Well, I’m up-to-date now, so if this snow doesn’t clear up soon I’m going to have to start making things up. Not that you’d know. I do have a few posts in reserve though, starting with a third (count them) walk from Ely station to Little Downham in a month. I’d missed GBG regular the… Continue reading WEST FEN PEARLS
PLOUGHING A PATH TO CAMBRIDGE CRAFT
As winter approaches we’re taking the campervan on a series of minibreaks to ensure it doesn’t freeze up, or whatever campervans do. Not much scope for new Beer Guide ticks within a 90 minute radius now, so off to Shepreth for some craft. There’s actually more to see in this bit of dull South… Continue reading PLOUGHING A PATH TO CAMBRIDGE CRAFT
SNORSCOMB MILL – DAVENTRY DELIGHTS
The Plough deserved a post, but that’s the best I could do for a title. Hope you like it, you’ll never have heard of Snorscombe Mill. Here it is, tucked beneath Everdon, which everyone knows. I took Mrs RM out for lunch in Daventry. I know how to etc. etc. etc. You’ll remember Daventry,… Continue reading SNORSCOMB MILL – DAVENTRY DELIGHTS
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