The second new GBG pub on our trip was what we tickers call “an irritating b****r“. Not just because Bishop’s Castle is tucked so far away from civilisation (well, Newtown). I just KNEW we’d been in the Castle Hotel before; we must have done the whole town (1,630 souls, six pubs, 347 coffee shops) back… Continue reading BISHOP’S CASTLE – A FINE OFFA
12th January 2020 Never been to Edgerley before. Or Pentre. Or Wilcott Marsh. In fact the triangle between Oswestry, Shrewsbury and Welshpool in unknown border territory. Though it did provide a basket meal bonanza in Criggion in 2016. Passing the Nesscliffe Army Training Centre (no micropub) I arrive to find the Royal Hill facing an… Continue reading WAITING FOR THE FLOOD BUS
12th February 2020 Slightly out of sequence, these next two. But then one of my readers, probably called Derek, would no doubt have studied the next photo and declared “Sir, Jupiter looks particularly high in the sky for a visit after 8pm on a Thursday“. That’s the view over the flooded plains above Buildwas Abbey… Continue reading LEARNING THE ROPES IN IRONBRIDGE
Definitely one for Pub Curmudgeon next, as I dive into Ludlow, Queen of the Marches and default daytrip for the Kidderminster pashmina set. I arrived in the drizzle, which tends to get pashminas wet, so the town wasn’t quite as hectic as on previous visits, though of course older Dads will insist on dragging… Continue reading LUDLOW – A JOULE WITHIN A JEWEL
How I wish I could find something to rhyme with Oswestry. BRAPA will make up a word that translate into Welsh as something rude. I was here a year ago, rediscovering a town on the rise and proclaiming the Bailey Head one of the pubs of the year. It takes great self-control to avoid a… Continue reading “£2 A PINT. ALL DAY, EVERY DAY”
Only one left in Salop for the GBG year, and another cracker. No better place to finish anywhere than in Shrewsbury, of course, even without enough room in my belly for half a dozen or more marvellous pubs I should have done. I caught the town on the first sunny day of Spring. And… Continue reading FINISHING SALOP WITH A BASS BANG
I thought I’d get that little bit of Oswestry disappointment out of the way before I got onto the rave review. What a town this is. It’s not just the “micro in a treehouse” * Mr T Irvin Esq will no doubt appreciate the dead railway station with it’s excellent collection of Thomas and… Continue reading O WOW ! OSWESTRY !
I don’t come across that many new unspoilt gems on my travels; if they’re that unchanged they’ve normally been stuck on an Historic Inventory or Grand CAMRA Tour before. The Anchor in Anchor in Salop was my last discovery that would have graced Mr Coe’s list, and the Lion O’Morfe also comes from our… Continue reading THE LION O’MORFE – A FARMHOUSE CLASSIC ?
What a joy to be in a Shropshire Joule’s pub on folk night ! As Pub Curmudgeon noted yesterday, the New Inn is Newport’s GBG pub, and a good example of the Joules style, though with a bit more going on than usual. A programme of free music, beer and rum festivals to keep Sunday… Continue reading NEW INN, OLD FOLK
I’ve been brought to book by the blog police for shameless use of pub cat imagery as clickbait, which is spot on. Of course, I could just walk past the little kittens and resist the urge to snap them for you; think about that. Let’s hope no-one complains about today’s headline image from the King’s Arms… Continue reading A PROPER BOOZER IN GINGERBREAD MAN LAND