The crawl round the Argyll peninsulas (thanks Mrs RM) takes in half a dozen seemingly identical hotels varying only in vintage, brand of hand wash and the age of the Jarl being served. 20 minutes after Cairnbaan we pulled up in the worrying sounding Kilmartin. That’s not our new campervan there, by the church. Kilmartin… Continue reading WE’RE GOING TO KIL-MARTIN
Tag: Scottish pubs
A DESPERATE ATTEMPT TO PAY FOR A HALF
I read about fellow tickers “doing” 37 pubs in a day, and wonder how such a thing is even possible. I mean, have you tried paying for your beer in a pub lately ? Mrs RM drove carefully down from Inveraray along the shore of Loch Fyne, depositing me safely at the door of Pub… Continue reading A DESPERATE ATTEMPT TO PAY FOR A HALF
IT’S A LONG WAY TO INVERARAY
Onward ! To the cask wonderlands of Argyll. Baa Baa was very excited as we reached Inveraray (pop. 603). Wiki says the Latin motto “SEMPER TIBI PENDEAT HALEC” (possible English translation: “may a herring always hang to thee“), which rather excited Baa Baa, even though he’s not a herring fan. Today the weather forecast for Inveraray is… Continue reading IT’S A LONG WAY TO INVERARAY
ANNIE LENNOX FOLLOWS ME TO NEWTON STEWART
Just before the pandemic struck last March I made my first real incursion into Galloway, sadly unable to make logistical arrangements to tick Newton Stewart, the Chatteris of the North. Continuing the Wicker Man theme, that classic 1973 advert for the Scottish hospitality trade had its premier in Newton Stewart, possibly here; But I can’t… Continue reading ANNIE LENNOX FOLLOWS ME TO NEWTON STEWART
THE IRE OF MRS RM BURNS (KIRKCUD)BRIGHT
I don’t like to moan, I really don’t. I’d NEVER lie to you about beer quality, that’s sacrosanct, but I’ll always look for the good in people and pubs. “While not to everyone’s tastes, the high tables and uniformed staff selling out-of-date beer (NBSS 0.5) have certainly found an enthusiastic audience with the Bournemouth pashminas“,… Continue reading THE IRE OF MRS RM BURNS (KIRKCUD)BRIGHT
WICKER MEN, PUB WOMAN
Back home ! 29 Beer Guide ticks up, but sadly none in Orkney (and there’s none to do in Shetland as Bill has drunk all the Doom Bar). So I can return to blogging on the laptop, and bring you proper maps (stops at Greggs at Carlisle services NOT shown). You’ve already seen the mysteries… Continue reading WICKER MEN, PUB WOMAN
GREENOCK – A TON MORE THAN MORTON
It’s the one you’ve been waiting for, the one that will get you taking that epic train journey to Greenock tomorrow (perhaps). Duncan suggested “Everyone’s gone to Dunoon” (£3.99 + P&P for that title), but I wasn’t actually in Dunoon, and I’m saving that title ’till the Crown gets in the GBG with its Greene… Continue reading GREENOCK – A TON MORE THAN MORTON
THE GLORIES OF PORT GLASGOW
You left me in the last post hurtling west from Glasgow to Paisley and beyond. A mile east of St Mirren land I loaded the GBG App to see how to get to the Canal Station, a new entry that surprised even the local ticker, only to find it missing, handpumps already withdrawn to… Continue reading THE GLORIES OF PORT GLASGOW
FROM THE RIDICULOUS TO THE SUBLIME….CAMBUSLANG
You know, there are people who have been to Glasgow and only been in the Laurieston Bar. Which is fair enough, I guess. Glasgow CAMRA should be promoting the pearl of Spoons around the centre, all accessible by the Strathclyde Daytripper ticket. 21 minutes on the No.172 brings you to Cambuslang. Where ? Only the… Continue reading FROM THE RIDICULOUS TO THE SUBLIME….CAMBUSLANG
ECCLEFECHAN TART (BUT NO REAL ALE)
This blog likes to bring you the pick of UK culinary hotspots, so here’s Ecclefechan. Effectively your first service station escaping “BRAPA in Cumbria” on the way to Glasgow, or your chance to stock up on the eponymous tart for your Scottish friend wife. It’s a bustling place. You can see the legendary Premier Stores… Continue reading ECCLEFECHAN TART (BUT NO REAL ALE)
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