April 2025. Burbage. While I’d been leading Stafford Paul on a curated tour of church doors, horsepools and wildflowers, our fellow toppers Quinno and Leon were on a meandering route to meet up at the Red Lion. A solid place to start, though perhaps not a cask line up to impress folk who believe all… Continue reading THE RED LION. BEAUTIFUL BASS IN BURBAGE
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ORGANIC EGGS AT THE RED LION IN REDBOURNE
February 2025. Redbourne. Lincolnshire. One of the problems with rural Lincolnshire pubs, and BRAPA is your oracle here, is that they serve such a small population they inevitably struggle to support Monday to Sunday opening, and you can’t make cask shine when you’re only selling it Friday evening to Sunday lunch. With only 400 souls,… Continue reading ORGANIC EGGS AT THE RED LION IN REDBOURNE
THE RED LION ON HILLINGDON HILL
February 2025. Hillingdon Hill. Only a pub ticker, or a very weird human, could have been excited as I was heading to the Red Lion on Hillingdon Hill. My photos capture the drama of the 10 minute bus trip from Uxbridge. Never mind “And did those feet, in ancient times…“, did BRAPA drop that soft… Continue reading THE RED LION ON HILLINGDON HILL
TOP 100 PUBS – THE RED LION, SNARGATE. DORIS WOULD BE PROUD.
June 2023. Snargate. In late May 2000 I walked from Appledore station to Snargate to visit Doris’s, one of the Good Beer Guide’s legendary pubs and one of the Classic, Basic and Unspoilt legends on RW Coe’s list. The walk through the marsh (adjacent to Speringbrook Sewer, I now note) was as magical as the… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – THE RED LION, SNARGATE. DORIS WOULD BE PROUD.
GREENE KING GLASS ATROCITIES IN TODWICK
More autumn pub exploration, this time to the odd area in what we professionals call the Sheffield-Rotherham-Worksop triangle. There’s been a few GBG entries in this mining area graced with a butterfly park and 1957 Ryder Cup course, but the only one left is a Greene King diner in North Anston. I took the train… Continue reading GREENE KING GLASS ATROCITIES IN TODWICK
TROLLEY SERVICE IN MORRISTON SPOONS
“What did you do while Sheffield burned, Grandad *?” Hey ! Isn’t 42 the answer to life and stuff ? It’s also at least 20 degrees too hot for pubbing so I shall be continuing to write this rubbish to upset Welsh linguists and beer enthusiasts alike. Now, there’s two (2) Spoons in my Last… Continue reading TROLLEY SERVICE IN MORRISTON SPOONS
A BEDLINGTON TERRIER
Another bumper post from the North-East as I get to apply some more pink in the GBG as I complete Northumberland. AND visit another town for the first time. At this rate they’ll be no new worlds to conquer, and tears will flow (we’ve just home from Millom, the excitement never stops). I owe Bedlington… Continue reading A BEDLINGTON TERRIER
IT’S HILLY IN MATLOCK, ISN’T IT ?
Short posts, I’m not in the mood. Grrrr. Moving to Sheffield puts the gems of the Peak District in easy reach. Let’s go to Matlock, with its annual new GBG pub and improbable hills. Underrated industrial buildings too, though scarred by the occasional micropub (can you spot it ?). The obligatory non-pub cat looked a… Continue reading IT’S HILLY IN MATLOCK, ISN’T IT ?
SLIPPING FROM THE TRUE CASK PATH
One last post for you from a night out in Dereham that ought to feature in the Breckland tourist brochure rather than all those trees. I must be getting old and boring. Four trips to Dereham, four curries in Spice Fusion. “You’re not having Chicken Dhansak AGAIN” you cry. Mrs RM had drunk enough, even… Continue reading SLIPPING FROM THE TRUE CASK PATH
CHEADLE – ROOM AT THE INN
Our rent-free night in Cheadle had a happy ending, of course. Turned away from the inn at the White Hart, I was tempted to get some cans of craft from Sainsburys Local. But home drinking is for losers, yeah ? And, boosted by the calories permeating through the glass from the Kinder cake (44,766 calories),… Continue reading CHEADLE – ROOM AT THE INN
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