“Is he STILL writing about Devon ?!” Not much more, then I can return to a Holt’s pub in Manchester and street art in Hartlepool (honest), which I expect you’ll prefer. Devon can be a bit samey, but like Essex quality was pretty consistent, and the welcome genuine (with one exception). None more so than… Continue reading GEORGIE THE DEVON PUB CAT ESCAPES FROM THE FRIDGE
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BASS AT ITS BEST, NEARLY
Just outside Lichfield in the village of Whittington is the parish church of St Giles where I once attended the wedding of one of Mrs RM’s Uni friends. It cost about a zillion times more than our own wedding; I think her Dad owned the salt mine. I’m sure Mrs RM wants to tell me off… Continue reading BASS AT ITS BEST, NEARLY