YOU CAN’T HURRY KELSO

You left us in Rutherfords, contemplating whether to start a game of skittles and just work through the beers/gins. But drinking on an empty stomach remains a daft notion, even in Scotland, and we set off over the cobbles for Cobbles. Or “Cobbles Freehouse & Dining“, just to emphasise that we were going to get… Continue reading YOU CAN’T HURRY KELSO

A SENSIBLE NIGHT IN KELSO ALWAYS AVOIDS TREPANNING AFTER GIN

  Don’t oversell your blog posts, folks. Last 3 things said by @christinet50 "More gin""The spoons won't reach""Phil Collins"Going to be a good blog from #Kelso pic.twitter.com/Q6PwFQqK2K — Martin Taylor (@NHS_Martin) February 18, 2018 Unless you’ve got something really important to say like the availability of flat Bass in a proper pub, anyway. One night… Continue reading A SENSIBLE NIGHT IN KELSO ALWAYS AVOIDS TREPANNING AFTER GIN

CASK FAILS & SCOTTISH BREAKFAST IN CLOVENFORDS

Those of you who are good at maths will have noticed that 3 pints were drunk in Spoons in Galashiels, which is both an endorsement of that fine establishment and an admission that careful planning can go awry. Mrs RM was beyond delighted to find that the giant Galashiels Tesco was open all day on… Continue reading CASK FAILS & SCOTTISH BREAKFAST IN CLOVENFORDS

PIGEON CHESS IN GALASHIELS

I can’t speak for Charles, who was oddly obsessed with Bathgate, but I’d really been looking forward to Galashiels, which I’d assumed to be the jewel of the Borders (a bit like you might assume that Wrexham is the jewel of the Marches).¬† It’s possible I was influenced by the knowledge that “Kayleigh” was¬†inspired here.… Continue reading PIGEON CHESS IN GALASHIELS