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
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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
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
……..AND HISTON START ?
Part II of the Impington v Histon special, and more pictures of closed pubs and Spring. At least this is NEW material. You left me at the Railway Vue, with 37 minutes to complete my hour’s exercise and buy eggs and rosemary, which sounds like a Leonard Cohen lyric c.1967. What could be more useful… Continue reading ……..AND HISTON START ?
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
CRAFT (UNION) HITS DEREHAM
A night in (east) Dereham before a big day out with the Beer & Pubs Forum gang in Buxton; you need some practice sessions before hitting “the Brunx“. As you’ll remember, Dereham is the home of my Curry Chum Charles, who serves the every need of this little fella. An April Tuesday night in the… Continue reading CRAFT (UNION) HITS DEREHAM
A PEAK INTO PEMBRIDGE
You always get one bit of classic Black & White Herefordshire in the new Beer Guide. Normally a village you can’t pronounce with lots of vowels, cherry blossoms on the approach, dull Wye Valley ales and that tempting sign for Robinsons cider the ticking rules won’t let you succumb to. Pembridge, the half-daytrip for Brummies… Continue reading A PEAK INTO PEMBRIDGE
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
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