“Please do not Jump on the Bean Bags” – Misery in the Mendips

It took me a long time to get to the Mendips. About 44.4444 years, if memory serves. But I’ve been making up for that lapse of late, using Wincanton and Shepton Mallet as my cheap bases for a concerted attack on the Somerset GBG. (Spoiler: The beer isn’t very good). Yes, I know you’ll say… Continue reading “Please do not Jump on the Bean Bags” – Misery in the Mendips

GOING FOR THE BURN IN CREWKERNE

No, the Antelope isn’t today’s pub, more’s the pity. I bet it was great in 1977 (wild guess based on advertising “real ale“). Next stop Crewkerne, pronounced “kroo-kern” or possibly “atleastwerenotYeovil“. Possibly the largest town beginning with “C” I’d never been to before, and a pleasant surprise, particularly around St Barts. It’s not affluent, but… Continue reading GOING FOR THE BURN IN CREWKERNE

FATHER CHRISTMAS ON A UNICORN AND MANGO IPA

These set of posts from Bath wouldn’t be complete without a picture of Father Christmas riding JoJo the Unicorn in a craft beer bar. Note the care taken in the composition of this photo, the austere Primark bag offsetting the glasses of Mango IPA and Mme Benger’s rainbow hat (competition for Jon’s Bass braces). Brewed… Continue reading FATHER CHRISTMAS ON A UNICORN AND MANGO IPA