WYTON TIME

Day 3 of The Easing, and a third tentative journey into eastern Huntingdonshire. Following Somersham and Boxworth, Wyton is a third village I could pinpoint on a map but tell you nothing about. What jinks ! This is the attractive little bit between Huntingdon and St Ives, two surprisingly workmanlike towns in Cromwell/Major land. Wyton… Continue reading WYTON TIME

NEVER MIND THE B*****S, IT’S BRADFORD-ON-AVON

Closing in on completing Wiltshire now, as part of my unique “complete the Beer Guide doing the easy counties first” method. For some reason, I always think B-o-A, as tickers call it, is in more glamorous Somerset or Bathshire. But the muddy canal is very Wilts, though the view across the Avon isn’t. I’d walked… Continue reading NEVER MIND THE B*****S, IT’S BRADFORD-ON-AVON

BOING BOING, AFTERNOON BOOZING

My last Black Country tick in a whirlwind weekend was another of those Black Country Pubs I both love and loathe. Undoubtedly unpretentiously pubby, they sometimes spoil things by an excess of handpumps, particularly mid-week. And their excellent own beers seem neglected in favour of a long line of guests, neatly displayed on a big… Continue reading BOING BOING, AFTERNOON BOOZING

SEVEN PINTS LATER – BRAPA IN ST. NEOTS Part 1

Ain’t he cute ? Seven pints later, he looked like this; If that doesn’t put you off real ale, nothing will. Now you know the truth. I only give BRAPA lifts so I can plough the rich seam of blog material he leaves us. Not that I looked any more fresh-faced after two diet lemonades… Continue reading SEVEN PINTS LATER – BRAPA IN ST. NEOTS Part 1

POLLY’S IN THE CITY OF DAN

No, not gollies, Polly’s. Still more fun from Coalville. Or nearby Whitwick, which you can walk from the Stamford (or run if you’ve just nicked Sod’s coat). The Three Horseshoes is another “A511 classic“, not quite as basic as the Stamford & Warrington, but still a culture shock for the American tourist acclimatised to our “Will… Continue reading POLLY’S IN THE CITY OF DAN

NO ROOM FOR CHRIS TAVARE ON THE CRANLEIGH WALL OF LEGENDS

  Looking back at two days of Surrey photos, it’s fairly clear the new GBG pubs were decent enough, apart from that first one. Even better, most of them were in places I’d never heard of. And Cranleigh claims to be “nearly England’s biggest village“, which makes my ignorance shameful. Pubmeister may correct me, but… Continue reading NO ROOM FOR CHRIS TAVARE ON THE CRANLEIGH WALL OF LEGENDS

THE THREE HORSESHOES, ECTON – SURVIVING ON BEER, BANTER AND BAPS

On to Ecton.  No, we’d never heard of it either. Excitingly placed between Wellingborough and Northampton, it’s a tiny village somehow managing two pubs, one of them a “contemporary restaurant“.  There’s villages three times the size locally that can’t manage one. Ecton is very quiet on Sunday lunchtime, I presume everyone is at Billing Aquadrome, doing… Continue reading THE THREE HORSESHOES, ECTON – SURVIVING ON BEER, BANTER AND BAPS