A few miles downstream of Bridgnorth lies Hampton Loade, home to my final Salopian tick of GBG22. Hampton Loade sounds like a posh bit of south Shropshire, doesn’t it, and I vaguely recall the station as a stop on the Thomas the Tank Engine steam train (32 guineas each way, I believe). The route down… Continue reading SHROPSHIRE HAS FALLEN….A (HAMPTON) LOADE OFF MY MIND
Tag: Shropshire
NO BASS IN ALL STRETTON, BUT I DON’T MYND
I’m targeting a minimum of twelve (12) new GBG ticks a week now, with some problematic overseas ticking to come, so it’s imperative we make an early start to get to those midday openers on time. Which is fine if you don’t have make-up to apply and search for electronic devices before you hit the… Continue reading NO BASS IN ALL STRETTON, BUT I DON’T MYND
UP AND DOWN THE LONG MYND
That carb overload on Tuesday night came back to haunt us the next morning as we headed into the Shropshire Hills for an ambitious assault on the Long Mynd. By extraordinary coincidence, there’s a new GBG pub at the foot of the Long Mynd in Church Stretton. Even more astonishingly, it will be the FIRST… Continue reading UP AND DOWN THE LONG MYND
THE WONDERS OF WHITCHURCH
If you’re getting bored of Shropshire, a) Don’t worry, I’ve nearly finished (just an isolated pub at Onibury to tick) b) Try living in the Fens for a month. Onward to Whitchurch, which is a cracker. Forget your Maldives and Maidenhead, this was the place to be on the hottest day of the year so far.… Continue reading THE WONDERS OF WHITCHURCH
CLASSIC CATS & CLAPPED-OUT CARS IN HODNET
I’m afraid there’s quite a few posts to come in a hurry as I aim to get up to date, so probably just as well Mrs RM has me chained to the kitchen this weekend. Another journey into lesser-known northern Shropshire, though my parents seem more familiar than me with the area due to visits to… Continue reading CLASSIC CATS & CLAPPED-OUT CARS IN HODNET
BRIDGNORTH – NEARLY PERFECT
Some folk seem to think I have a nice life, travelling round the country visiting pubs and listening to female folk singers. Don’t be fooled. My good friend Charles gets to stay in the Black Country a night or two a week, have a curry with me, and go to Audit Comittees. That’s livin’ alreet,… Continue reading BRIDGNORTH – NEARLY PERFECT
BASKET MEALS IN CRIGGION
The M54/A5/A458 is my friend at the moment. Four trips into Montgomeryshire this Summer as I make inroads into Wales and it’s holding up well, despite the best efforts of V Festival and escapee sheep. A quick detour to finish off southern Shropshire (sorry, Salop) provided a good comparison with Wales. The Red Lion in Longden… Continue reading BASKET MEALS IN CRIGGION
TOP 100 PUBS – VAULTS, TENBURY WELLS
I strongly recommend you get a copy of the “Rough Pub Guide“. Used copies currently available via Amazon for 1p (+P&P) but I’ve also seen it pop up in bargain bins if you live in certain types of town. It’s not a list of places to have fights, an A-Z of Aberdeen would do for… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – VAULTS, TENBURY WELLS
TENBURY’S DAY IN THE SUN
A little while ago Pub Curmudgeon conducted a poll on the UK’s best region. Unfortunately, this rather implied that there was room for debate. As the storms descended over the South-east yesterday, the Welsh Marches enjoyed magnificent sunshine and were clearly the best place to be anywhere in the world (I confess I’ve still to… Continue reading TENBURY’S DAY IN THE SUN
MUCH WENLOCK
I owe Much Wenlock an apology. On a couple of previous visits I hadn’t seen the attraction, but it impressed this week, and revealed a classic pub. South Shropshire is one of my favourite parts of the UK, both the countryside of the Long Mynd and the unchanging towns of Bridgnorth, Clun and Ironbridge. Completing… Continue reading MUCH WENLOCK
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