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 ?

SWAFFHAM PRIOR – TWO WINDMILLS, TWO CHURCHES, ONE PUB, ONE DITCH

Nine days to go and counting until life returns.  I’m positive, even if I’ve yet to find a single person on CAMRA Discourse who intends to be in a pub on the 4th. They’re all too busy staying at home, saving pubs by slagging off Wetherspoons. My latest jaunt into the modest charms of the… Continue reading SWAFFHAM PRIOR – TWO WINDMILLS, TWO CHURCHES, ONE PUB, ONE DITCH

LLANDYBIE – RED LION, WELSH WRESTLING

  More low-key Carmarthenshire thrills for you, from the swathe of pleasantness between Guardian reader infested Brecon and Southworth-infested (in a nice way) Tenby. Before this trip I’d only managed 39 ticks in West Wales, ever, which is probably less than I’ve done in Worthing in the last 5 years, but I do recall a… Continue reading LLANDYBIE – RED LION, WELSH WRESTLING

HIDING THE REAL ALE IN A FORRES OF TENNENTS

As predicted by Stafford Paul, my second Forres tick is the Red Lion, a GBG legend apparently. It’s always the ones with the weird names. But first, it’s the sporrans in an army surplus store (top) and Fraser Bros award winning haggis you’re really here for. One thing’s for sure, you won’t starve in Scotland… Continue reading HIDING THE REAL ALE IN A FORRES OF TENNENTS