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
Tag: Proper pubs
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
THE ONLY BASS IN GLOUCESTER
9th March 2020 National Bass Day coming up on 11 April; I’ve no doubt you’ve all got your orders in to Samlesbury already. Upset a CAMRA, support Draught Bass. In the Turks Head I had a lively conversation about Bass and Pedi with a lovely bloke who assured me the Imperial always had it on.… Continue reading THE ONLY BASS IN GLOUCESTER
ANDOVER – PIGS IN BLANKETS
Yes, this morning I thought you probably needed a picture of oversized ladies underwear in Andover market. Probably a metaphor for something. To prove this blog isn’t computer generated, here’s the result from the Andover etc parliamentary elections overnight. Tells you all you need to know. I arrived in town on Saturday to be pounced… Continue reading ANDOVER – PIGS IN BLANKETS
SHIFNAL AND I, IN THE WHEATSHEAF
Thanks to Ethelred for the title; the usual pint of Doom Bar winging its way to you as soon as they start canning it as a craft beer. Well, my attempts to speed up Shifnal are going about as fast as the town itself. Not very. Pub 4 was the Wheatsheaf. Pubs called the Wheatsheaf… Continue reading SHIFNAL AND I, IN THE WHEATSHEAF
THE WEAVERS – NO STRATHAVEN FOR HALLOWEEN HATERS
No, that’s not BRAPA after a third pint of barley wine tonight. This is the sight we’ve all faced in pubs since the middle of October, uniform Halloween tat, to be replaced by Christmas tat next week (if not already). As you’ll know, I don’t believe in celebrating anything, bar my own birthday (22 December… Continue reading THE WEAVERS – NO STRATHAVEN FOR HALLOWEEN HATERS
