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
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……..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
BREAKFAST IN SEAFORTH
A few more holiday snaps from my trip to Bootle. Not that you need any more convincing, I’m sure. Oh, here’s one from my walk back from Waterloo on Sunday night. “Lennon was rubbish. Imagine is the worst song EVER.” said Matt last night. Wait till he hears “The Frog Chorus“. My car was still… Continue reading BREAKFAST IN SEAFORTH
WISBECH WISE MEN WIND BRAPA UP
I’ve just got back from taking Matt to his Architects gig in Cardiff. A good night, only let down by non-existent Wi-Fi at the Future Inn. If the future is internet free then you can keep it. A week ago I was escorting BRAPA to his long-awaited Wisbech tick. On these trips I always feel… Continue reading WISBECH WISE MEN WIND BRAPA UP
NEW YEAR, SAME LINCOLNSHIRE
By my reckoning the earliest you could have had a new GBG tick in 2019 was at the Sandpiper, Paisley/Glasgow Airport, mere miles from the Pubmeister’s moth collection. If I could have been there for the 5am opening, I would have been. Perhaps I will, someday. Instead, It Begins In Lincolnshire, which sounds like… Continue reading NEW YEAR, SAME LINCOLNSHIRE
MORE PROPER PUB SEATING : KIRTLING SPECIAL
Another day without the new Beer Guide, another day of torment. This would never have happened under Mr Protz, who probably stitched the Guides together himself, such was his commitment to the cause. Back in April I warned Simon off the Red Lion in Kirtling, just deleted from the Guide for change of licensee and… Continue reading MORE PROPER PUB SEATING : KIRTLING SPECIAL
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