October is always an exciting time for us hardy band of GBG tickers. New stuffed mascot embedded into the team, new year’s Guide in hand, cross-checking complete, inroads into the GBG with pink marker in hand. Not this year. The delayed release of GBG21, due to some spurious reason or other (probably a debate about… Continue reading A JOB DONE, IN CLEVEDON
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UP TO THE TOR, DOWN TO THE 6X
Ooh, genuine tourist material for you. James and I, bonding on another Father-Son walking trip this week, agreed that THIS is Britain’s worst tourist attraction as we whizzed past it on the A303; Wouldn’t it be sensible if we moved those silly stones somewhere out of the way (South Dakota would be fine) so we… Continue reading UP TO THE TOR, DOWN TO THE 6X
A BATH HALF
I wanted to call it “A laugh, a barf and an OK half near Bath” but whipper-snapper BRAPA has copyrighted that title. And there were no laughs. Or barfs. Nearly no half either. I’d actually given up on the Inn at Freshford, tucked away in the posh valleys beneath Bath. You’ll remember this honey-coloured wonder,… Continue reading A BATH HALF
THE NETHER STOWEY WHINGERS ANGLING CLUB
One last tick in That Somerset, making a late but probably futile bid for my Top 10 counties post, whenever that is. Ah, Never Stowey, handy for the Quantocks and Samuel Taylor Coleridge devotees. Whoever they are. A tidy village of 1,373 with a steep walk to the castle mound. The Long Buckby of the… Continue reading THE NETHER STOWEY WHINGERS ANGLING CLUB
GOOD CHEER IN PORLOCK WEIR
Well, well, the world is full of misery today, isn’t it ? So I’m guessing what you want to read about are the joys of a walk in the wonderful North Somerset countryside, where Stella and blackberry matching is de rigueur, and ending at the pebbled beach at Porlock Weir (the Porth Dinllaen of the… Continue reading GOOD CHEER IN PORLOCK WEIR
PICKLED EGG IN ALLER
Wasn’t that an album by Cream ? I spent the night in the car park of the Old Pound Inn at Aller, another place you’ve never heard of before, and never will again. Tucked away in the Levels, looking to Bridgwater for flat whites and frolics, Aller promises a quiet night. Wiki says “It is… Continue reading PICKLED EGG IN ALLER
PORTISHEAD GOES POSH
Let me be brutally honest. I always assumed Portishead was a dump. Why else would Sir Quinno have left it for Reading ? Apart from Quinno, the town is best known as the birthplace of leading Scrumpy and Western singer Adge Cutler., and for being one of the larger UK towns without a railway station. If you look… Continue reading PORTISHEAD GOES POSH
IT’S………..THE SHIP IN PORTISHEAD
Well, it was Quinno wot won it. So he should, he was born in the public bar. Or conceived on the beach, or something. He certainly sold me on the charms of Portishead, only previously visited for the Windmill (unlucky, Paul) and the modern Spoons. But no-one told me about the gorgeous the retirement community… Continue reading IT’S………..THE SHIP IN PORTISHEAD
GOAT’S MILK IN GLASTONBURY
You’ll deduce this trip to “Glasto” happened a week before the annual celebration of ’80s pop at Worthy Farm. Day 4 of the Somerset Surge, staying a safe 150 miles clear of Simon in Cornwall. And a first trip to Glastonbury in nearly four years, which says just how vibrant the town GBG scene is/isn’t.… Continue reading GOAT’S MILK IN GLASTONBURY
A CASTLE OF COMFORT
Whizzing through these Somerset posts now, thanks to Gatwick WiFi this morning. Whether I dare head back down the A303 till the Glasto cleanup is complete (2021) is another matter. Anyway, it’s about time I showed you the Bear in Wincanton, my bargain (£30) room for the night. You were expecting something tiny, weren’t you… Continue reading A CASTLE OF COMFORT
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