More short posts compiled using complimentary WiFi, drinking warm Otter somewhere in the Blackdown Hills. And more posts from award winning Yorkshire gastropubs with too many beers for the cask custom. Let’s not be churlish. The Bay Horse is gorgeous, with brilliant views, and cutting-edge technology. It’s got pots and pans dangling from the ceiling… Continue reading TOO MANY BEERS PT. 373
I’d been expecting to visit Bowland Brewery last year. But oddly, a brewery bar with more than 40 handpumps inexplicably failed to be fast-tracked into GBG 19. After all, choice ? Isn’t that what we want from our pubs in 2019 ? Anyway, I was thrilled to be finally making a return to old-fashioned Clitheroe,… Continue reading BOWLAND – 41 HANDPUMPS, WHAT CAN GO WRONG ?
A rare outing for Luke 4:23 on the blog as I return to the UK for those pubs you all love. High tables, foliage, irrelevant tat on the walls. Yes, I’m sure you’ve identified Brunning & Price disease already. A miserable drizzled walk out from confusing New Street Station, but at least I remembered my… Continue reading PHYSICIAN, HEAL THYSELF – EDGBASTON EXCESS
I’m driving BRAPA round the hard-to-reach pubs of the Cambridgeshire Fens on Saturday; “Whittlesey, little to see” is my suggested blog title. I’ll probably leave Si to his own devices this time, rather than distracting him from pub hubbub by pointing out how difficult West Oxon ticking is going to be. I can always count… Continue reading HUCKNALL – BEER & SKITTLES
Good Bass, bad Bass. That’s the problem in the age of the cask lottery. The next day Bass popped up again in Bourne, of all places. What is this witchcraft, is Bass suddenly fashionable ?* Bourne isn’t fashionable. Even with the giants of Stamford and Spalding either side. A town that’s basically a busy bit… Continue reading THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM : CUT THE BEER RANGE
A bit of a rush of posts at the moment as I want to keep up to date, otherwise people get bewildered. And I can’t be held responsible. Next stop, a bit of genuine minor English tourism. The Dukeries don’t feature much on this blog, just one incredibly dull post from my first month as… Continue reading CRESWELL CRAGS
Three days off pruning hedges and feeding teenagers, then off to Brum on World Cup Semi-Final Day. I won’t tell you how many England won by, just in case you still haven’t watched it on I-Player. The journey took 2 hrs 20, compared to the 90 minute stroll to St Andrews before the A14 improvements… Continue reading DIGBETH ’18 – IT BEGINS