Much controversy in the wake of that last post as I described our journey to my North Yorkshire GBG straggler in Sutton-in-Craven. Yes, we’d stopped in West Yorkshire for a loo stop that turned into an advisable pint in the Wuthering Heights that preceded a walk to the Bronte waterfalls. We had the circular route… Continue reading THE BEST TETLEY SINCE IT LEFT LEEDS
Tag: Proper pubs
IT WAS SO COMFY I DIDN’T WANT TO LEAVE
Our Great Northern Campervan Tickathon heads for the coast now, with Mrs RM trying to play Don McLean but ending up with Don Maclean. We nipped into the Lakes proper, but you’ll have to wait till I get the laptop back for that. Instead we head to Cockermouth where Mrs RM failed to find clothes,… Continue reading IT WAS SO COMFY I DIDN’T WANT TO LEAVE
MAD DOGS AND ENGLISHMEN…
At last, the Merseyside micros end (good though they were) and you get a Proper Pub. A minor classic too, the Plasterers Arms in Hoylake the sort of place to restore your faith in suburban midweek drinking. Tucked in the back streets, minutes from the beach, I thought for a second I might not get… Continue reading MAD DOGS AND ENGLISHMEN…
ROYDON RUMBLES INTO THE GBG
Blimey. A month after I contemplated a first visit to Hoddesdon for the first time in a quarter century (football rather than pubs), the Beer Guide sends me there. Well, Roydon, which is on the edge, in some senses. Some lovely villages between the “challenging” towns of Hoddy and Harlow, with Roydon having the bonus… Continue reading ROYDON RUMBLES INTO THE GBG
NO FAKES IN GUNNISLAKE
There’s a lot of misery about, isn’t there ? Not at the Rising Sun in Gunnislake, there isn’t. One of SEVEN Cornish ticks for me on this trip, just an unspoilt boozer in the tradition of Cwmbran’s Bush or the Brown Bear in Braughing. Views from the hillside Gents (and Ladies) were a bit more… Continue reading NO FAKES IN GUNNISLAKE
MRS RM FINALLY VISITS THE JOLLY ANGLER
You left us in the car park of Ashton-under-Lyne IKEA, my dreams of a night in Fierce, Cask Ancoats and the Hare and Hounds in tatters. By the time Mrs RM had freshened up at the Ikea Budget it was flippin’ 8.30pm. Only an hour and a half to cross Great Ancoats Street, check in… Continue reading MRS RM FINALLY VISITS THE JOLLY ANGLER
THE NETHER STOWEY WHINGERS ANGLING CLUB
One last tick in That Somerset, making a late but probably futile bid for my Top 10 counties post, whenever that is. Ah, Never Stowey, handy for the Quantocks and Samuel Taylor Coleridge devotees. Whoever they are. A tidy village of 1,373 with a steep walk to the castle mound. The Long Buckby of the… Continue reading THE NETHER STOWEY WHINGERS ANGLING CLUB
RULE BRITANNIA
THIS Britannia; Yes, for a 77th successive year the good folks of Isle of Portland CAMRA give us GBG tickers a new Proper Pub. Where do they find them ? And can they send some to Cambridge ? Looks like South America on the aerial map, doesn’t it ? But it’s MUCH more lawless than… Continue reading RULE BRITANNIA
NO BOOKING REQUIRED IN GEORGE NYMPTON
I know some of us are more naturally positive about the return of pubs than others, just as our views on Covid risks vary. BeerMat is always hopeful, and his latest piece is evidence that things are returning to some sort of normality; Note, however, that the scene above shows blokes drinking Carling. You might… Continue reading NO BOOKING REQUIRED IN GEORGE NYMPTON
NORTHAM – BURNLEY TATTOOS IN DOOM BAR’S PREMIER STOCKIST
Have I shown you this OS extract before ? Very useful. Take a look at that built-up area between adorable Appledore and bucolic Bideford. That’s Northam. No, me neither, but there’s 7,489 souls here. That’s more than Waterbeach. Only one (very non-GBG) pub though. I make that one pub per 17 people but Russ will… Continue reading NORTHAM – BURNLEY TATTOOS IN DOOM BAR’S PREMIER STOCKIST
