I’m struggling to find much to whinge about at the moment, what with good beer in London, sunshine in Stockport and micropubs opening when they say they will. I’ll hope for worse tomorrow. Monday opening, or lack of it, has been a reliable source of gloom over recent years, making Sunday overnighters just that bit… Continue reading MUNDY BOIS, MONDAY JOY
Tag: Rose & Crown
SUNDAY NIGHT, BURY ST. EDMUNDS
We haven’t taken the campervan on any wild camping expeditions yet, but aim to make it to Cleethorpes soon. The surface car park at Bury St Edmunds is free on Sunday night though, and there’s nothing like a Sunday night pubbing when you don’t have to work on Monday. Bury isn’t heaving at 8pm, but it’s… Continue reading SUNDAY NIGHT, BURY ST. EDMUNDS
MARCH ! MARCH !! MARCH !!!
I’ve always wanted to use that headline, the name of a pointless walk through nothingness to Cambridge. Reading the 35 year history of the walk tells you quite a bit about Fenland pubs. Far from walking, on Thursday night my sister and I took two rattling trains to March via Ely, while cousin Keith came in … Continue reading MARCH ! MARCH !! MARCH !!!
THE HAVERHILL MYSTERY
You’ve no doubt been kept awake at night wondering about the Hundon pub that caused me such angst recently by being closed. Erroneous opening times continues to be a theme for my travels, and also those of Paul Bailey. We did go back to the Rose & Crown at the weekend, which was a poor use of a… Continue reading THE HAVERHILL MYSTERY
SPEN – LIFE AMONG THE LION BARS
Before recent sad events I’d never heard of the Spen Valley, the collective name for the cluster of Kirklees villages between Bradford and Dewsbury. It must be hard work in Tourist Offices in Cleckheaton, Heckmondwike and Drub. Surely the names alone sell the place ? You might think Bradford is the UK curry capital, but it’s Cleckheaton… Continue reading SPEN – LIFE AMONG THE LION BARS
DON’T EVER CHANGE
I often observe in this blog on the transformation of British cities, for example by independent enterprise in Mansfield or street art in Weston Super Mare. I didn’t notice much different about Blackpool this week, and that’s fine with me. It displayed plenty of the qualities that made it famous, and the beach looked the best… Continue reading DON’T EVER CHANGE