November 2025. Rye, Odd to think we’ve had a caravan in Rye Harbour for 3 years and I hadn’t been to all the town pubs before this last week. Heading back to Landgate from the Globe, Mrs RM had stopped a few yards short, staring at the Queen’s Head, about which I knew nothing. “What’s… Continue reading MRS RM IS UNABLE TO WALK PAST RYE’S QUEEN’S HEAD. IT’S A GOOD DECISION
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LET’S FINISH SUFFOLK ! THE QUEEN’S HEAD, BRAMFIELD.
June 2025. Bramfield. Suffolk. My Dad reached 90 at the end of January, a remarkable achievement considering his appetite for Chinese food, a mid-life heart bypass, 50 years of manual work and the stresses caused by his son over an even longer period. Some of that stress would no doubt have come on the A1120… Continue reading LET’S FINISH SUFFOLK ! THE QUEEN’S HEAD, BRAMFIELD.
BROWN SOUP AND BASS
September 2024. Cambridge. One point for recognising the flower, a second for the birdie, those two both from my sister’s field, and a third for recognising the pub just from that soup menu (top). Yep, it’s the Queen’s Head in Newton, aka the Brown Soup pub, one of Stafford Paul’s musts on his first visit… Continue reading BROWN SOUP AND BASS
LAST 5 STANDING. No. 1 – THE QUEEN’S HEAD, NEWTON
February 2024. Newton. Cambridgeshire. It looks like this; The Good Beer Guide is 51 editions old, and in many way I reckon it’s one of the very best (though the omission of those Dutch pubs from the ’80s is a shame). More basic one beer boozers than I can remember, an iconic cover, and genuinely… Continue reading LAST 5 STANDING. No. 1 – THE QUEEN’S HEAD, NEWTON
THE RETURN OF DAVENPORTS, THE RENAISSANCE OF MILD
April 14th 2023. Next up, a genuine pre-emptive tick just north of Snow Hill. Not that I believe in that GBG ticking nonsense anymore, of course. Funny how I’d never heard of the Queens Head , (formerly the Queen’s Head, What Pub helpfully tells us, though oddly there’s an apostrophe on the sign), as you’d… Continue reading THE RETURN OF DAVENPORTS, THE RENAISSANCE OF MILD
OLD GLOSSOP, NEW GLOSSOP
Mrs RM reminds me that we moved north to have trips into the Peaks on our doorstep, and last Friday we set off on the A57 Snake Pass to walk Kinder Scout get a GBG tick after a modest walk in the hills. Parked up east of town, an hour’s walk along the edge of… Continue reading OLD GLOSSOP, NEW GLOSSOP
MALDON MAGIC
So, here’s the answer to your estuary Essex Guess the Pub. It’s……………… Tolleshunt D’arcy, named after Darcy Lapier (who ? – Ed), who famously shared a boyfriend (J-C VD) with Kylie, but is more famous for the White House Farm murders recently dramatized for Netflix. Quite why Netflix can’t dramatize something cuddly the meeting of… Continue reading MALDON MAGIC
GUESS THE PUB GOES ESTUARY ESSEX
My virtual trip to the pub today is a bit easier than the last couple, because you’ve had a hard week and deserve a gimmie. Oh look, some estuary. Doesn’t narrow it down, but I bet Etu has some hi-tech software that can identify it from that bit of map. A village with an apostrophe… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB GOES ESTUARY ESSEX
WELLINGBOROUGH WOBBLING
You left me in Wellingborough, you sods, contemplating my fate in a second new Guide pub in an otherwise unremarkable Midlands town (don’t start arguing with me, it’s Midlands). Would it be another 10 pump ale shrine like the Coach & Horses so beloved of Alan Winfield, a brewery tap selling undrinkable beers from a… Continue reading WELLINGBOROUGH WOBBLING
LE67
BeerMat, who knows these things, tells us that Pfeffel has been in Coalville this week. We don’t know whether he found time for a Doom Bar in the Monkey Walk or a Pedi in the home of the UK’s most infamous golliwog. Legally, I should leave LE67 to BeerMat., who has exclusive rights to sell… Continue reading LE67
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