Mrs RM is determined to help me round my remaining 334 GBG ticks so that I can accompany her to places that don’t have “dingy Old Men’s pubs“. She means you, Bridgwater. We turned our attentions to Wiltshire, and Mrs RM hovered patiently in the Co-op while I popped in the Hop Kettle, a place… Continue reading MY WILTSHIRE WOES (and not being “funky, fashionable and glamorous” isn’t one of them)
Tag: Swindon
HOW DID I END UP IN SWINDON SPOONS ?
The truth is out there (not THERE) and the truth MUST be told. With all of Swindon’s options, I somehow ended up in the Spoons. Not in the grotty but loveable GBG occasional Savoy, either, but the shiny Sir Daniel, whoever he was. Quite what attracted me away from the lure of Swindon Kebabs, who… Continue reading HOW DID I END UP IN SWINDON SPOONS ?
CIDER WITH RETIRED MARTIN
So, as I was saying, I left Chippenham 2 (or 1+) ticks to the good, and returned to Swindon for an early night blogging. Except it was only 19:30, and how often do you find yourself in Swindon at 19:30 with a bed for the night paid for ? I really wanted an Arkells but… Continue reading CIDER WITH RETIRED MARTIN
AND A NIGHT OUT IN SWINDON
Many of you have express disappointment, nay, anger, at the lack of Maidenhead on this blog recently. No doubt they won’t be happy that I try to satisfy you with Binfield, either. But it’s only 5 miles south of the Honey Pot and as close as Mrs RM or I dare go. And the Stag… Continue reading AND A NIGHT OUT IN SWINDON
GUESS THE PUB GOES WEST…
….life is peaceful there, in the open air etc etc. Mudgie know the lyrics. Plenty of open air round our mystery pub. which isn’t actually accessible by one of the town’s famous train lines, though the mobility scooter might still be running. One clue for the town, one for the suburb. I know Russ loves… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB GOES WEST…
COME TO ASHTON KEYNES
“Happy” with a touch of murk, that’s Ashton Keynes, my annual tick in the wilderness that is North Swindon In close-up the village looks submerged within Cotswold Water Park. I prefer the ancient map written on parchment in the village centre. It makes it seem rather more exciting than is justified. If you like… Continue reading COME TO ASHTON KEYNES
SEEING SENSE IN SWINDON
“Why didn’t you have something decent like Butcombe or 6X ?” said Pub Curmudgeon of my trip to the reservation-friendly Fosse Bridge. Good question, though the choice of Windrush Ale (the day before that word burnt into the national consciousness) seems oddly appropriate now. Still, I didn’t make the same mistake in Swindon. Or Blunsdon,… Continue reading SEEING SENSE IN SWINDON
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