LIPSMACKIN’ CHEPSTOW

You’ll be delighted to hear that, following discussions between myself and our readers in Kent and Ireland, brokered by Kofi Annan, I have agreed to discontinue the weird “paint effect” filter. Instead, I bring you Chepstow in black and white, which I hope you like. Actually, it looked like a black and white town in… Continue reading LIPSMACKIN’ CHEPSTOW

THE GOOSE & CUCKOO – SOMETHING ELSE

  If you’re getting bored of reports from isolated village pubs, hankering for photos of tat shops and misspelt advertising in quirky towns, your wait will soon be over. But for now, a few more rural Gwent gems. That OS extract captures the variety of Wales perfectly.  Posh Abergavenny with its pashmina shops, scruffy Blaenavon… Continue reading THE GOOSE & CUCKOO – SOMETHING ELSE

OLD BOYOS IN THE OLDEST PUB IN WALES

  Yes, Ushers.  You don’t see that heading a post much these days, d’ya ?* A hefty walk along Offa’s Dyke, for once not too muddy, takes you towards the Skirrid Inn, supposedly even older than the debate about baps v cobs. Rather like the Royal Standard in Bucks or the Fighting Cocks, this is… Continue reading OLD BOYOS IN THE OLDEST PUB IN WALES