Looking back at these photos from the Kendal trip, something struck me hard. Why do they peter out in Preston. Also, why did I stop in Preston when one of the two new GBG ticks (the Ferret) was closed till Wednesday ? And then I suddenly remembered the Tinderbox IPA I’d had in the Fell… Continue reading PLAU-ING A LONE FURROW IN PRESTON
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TWO PRESTON CLASSICS AND A MICK’S CHICKEN TIKKA
Once you start you can’t stop. After the Orchard I should have gone straight to Mick’s Hut for the curry and called Mrs RM to report on Matt’s Move. But you can’t walk past an open door, can you ? Particularly this one; The Black Horse has perhaps the most recognisable bar front on Pub… Continue reading TWO PRESTON CLASSICS AND A MICK’S CHICKEN TIKKA
A PRESTON PRE-EMPTIVE
A bit of a confessional tonight (don’t worry, not in a Patrice Evra way). After finishing Lancashire near Clitheroe I toyed with the idea of stopping for the night at the Red Pump. But it was a) £65 a night, b) about to close its bar at 8pm. And the Premier Inn at Preston central… Continue reading A PRESTON PRE-EMPTIVE
PLUGGING PRESTON
28th December 2019 Some of our friends take exotic holidays over Christmas to places like Florida, Tenerife and Tunbridge Wells. Mrs RM wanted to go to Preston. Not, it transpires, to see whether the John Smiths in the Market Tap is as good as I said, but to look at actual houses in actual streets… Continue reading PLUGGING PRESTON
SEEING THE PRESTON
Odd tidy-up post, this, combining Preston, Penwortham and the Queen of Sydney. Quite a good day out from Eccles, five new GBG pubs including two I failed to pre-empt on the legendary Preston trip back in the heady days of August. I was a bit surprised to see Orchard enter the GBG mere days later,… Continue reading SEEING THE PRESTON
JOHN SMITH’S AND JESSIE’S GIRL
Yes, new cover stars for our penultimate Preston post. Note the Two Mudgies (BBC 4, Thursdays, 1.30am) discussing the pronunciation of Thwaites. Reaching the inevitable climax now, we headed back toward the market and, er, the Market. Whether the Market Tavern or Tap, I care not. Well, I’m going with what it says on the… Continue reading JOHN SMITH’S AND JESSIE’S GIRL
THE STRAWBERRY THIEF
No, not Matthew. The wallpaper (apparently). I rejoined the Preston Craft Advance Group in the Moorbrook after checking in to my trusty Premier Inn, narrowly resisting the urge to sleep till Saturday. My formal visit to the Moorbrook must have been just before I started this blog in late 2015, and somehow I did it… Continue reading THE STRAWBERRY THIEF
PRESTON : FROM FRANKFURT TO FLEETWOOD VIA FISHERGATE
Back from Chorley Thursday night back in Manchester was one of the worst in my life. And I’ve spent New Year’s Eve in Maidenhead. You’ll remember I was helping to settle young Matt in during his week in the Big City, sharing a room at Ibis Budget on the edge of Ancoats. That Thursday night,… Continue reading PRESTON : FROM FRANKFURT TO FLEETWOOD VIA FISHERGATE
99 RED BALLOONS
Last pub of the night, before a deeply unsatisfactory Chinese takeaway and restless nights sleep on Blackpool Road. Ah, the Plungington. Never heard of it. Just past the Princess Alice, but a million miles away in every other respect, you could almost be in Fulwood. The menu was the giveaway we’d found Preston’s only… Continue reading 99 RED BALLOONS
WARMING UP IN PROUD PRESTON
“Are we in Preston yet ?” said the excited boy to his mum as the train passed Garstang, which really deserves its own stop now it’s got a new Guide entry. It was understandable that the young lad was in a state of frenzy as we pulled into the City of Dreams, even in the… Continue reading WARMING UP IN PROUD PRESTON
