Another short post about Ayr, disappointingly free of alliteration but with comforting words about cask in Spoons. Mainly, this is for members of the Royal Society for the Protection of Mrs Retired Martin, who you’ll remember I’d left to waddle glide back into town while I looked at pub mirrors in the Abbotsford. On… Continue reading RESCUING MRS RM FROM AN AYR SPOONS
Tag: Wetherspoons
I CAN SEE PARADISE IN THE PENRITH NIGHT
There are times when this blog feels like a collection of photos of mobility scooters, inappropriate glassware, perfumed hand wash and unconvincing tribute acts. But isn’t that pretty much life ? * So what’s a Friday night out in Penrith like ? Well, start in the newish (non-GBG) Spoons and find out. This former… Continue reading I CAN SEE PARADISE IN THE PENRITH NIGHT
A RAINBOW IN CHICHESTER
Lots of symbolism today; I know you like symbolism. After the downpour of grim beer on the A272, back to pubby sunshine in “Curious Chichester“. Decent beer and an array of multi-coloured Taytos at the Rainbow, a backstreet boozer which What Pub tells us was previously called “Happy Medium” and (mysteriously) “Rainbow“. Ponder that. This… Continue reading A RAINBOW IN CHICHESTER
LURED IN BY SOUTHAMPTON SPOONS. AND CRAFT.
Completing the Good Beer Guide requires professionalism and an ability not to be swayed by temptations outside the True Path. Just ask Pubmeister. So no Beer Festivals, no Proper Pub crawls round places you’ve done before, and definitely no bottles of DIPA at home. And pre-emptive ticks only if their presence in the next… Continue reading LURED IN BY SOUTHAMPTON SPOONS. AND CRAFT.
DOVER CHILDREN INTRODUCED TO JOYS OF PICKLED EGGS
Sometimes these posts don’t need clever titles, do they ? I have NEVER been disappointed by Dover trips, though to be fair I don’t know if they use rats in the Sweet and Sour Pork yet. Never mind the pubs, it’s a great town for the walker. Just look at those contours above. Good… Continue reading DOVER CHILDREN INTRODUCED TO JOYS OF PICKLED EGGS
PHWOAR ! PWLLHELI
Two of the hardest words to spell in the Welsh language, here attempted in the same blog title. Phwoar would be a good word to describe our campervan stop at Foryd Bay south of Caernarfon, which I bring you here due to the joy of staring at Welsh OS extracts. We were moved on… Continue reading PHWOAR ! PWLLHELI
ENDING THE WINCHESTER CRAWL IN THE OLD GAOLHOUSE
Grief this is feeling like a long old haul. Nearly there though. Next stop was the Queen, a real outlier that takes you through the attractive streets south of the Cathedral. Goodness know how we made it past the Wykeham without a stop there, but no doubt the Pride was drinking well without our… Continue reading ENDING THE WINCHESTER CRAWL IN THE OLD GAOLHOUSE
FLAT DOOM BAR IN PETERBOROUGH
What times we live in ! Mrs RM has ditched the plane for the train, so I get to escort her up to Peterborough while her contract in Melrose lasts. I’m very excited. There might even be a pre-emptive tick to alert Simon to before he starts Cambridgeshire, or at the very least some unexpected… Continue reading FLAT DOOM BAR IN PETERBOROUGH
MATLOCK SPOONS PERSISTS WITH THE OLD-SCHOOL COFFEE MACHINE
I knew we should have gone in Matlock‘s Spoons when we walked past last year on a glorious Summer day. Perhaps we did go in. Google maps might know. But Matlock is always worth a return trip, even if the M&S Food Hall makes you unreasonably irate by not recognising anything as part of… Continue reading MATLOCK SPOONS PERSISTS WITH THE OLD-SCHOOL COFFEE MACHINE
THE ONLY WAY TO START A HOLIDAY
Our week in Malta started with a 2 days deluge, and I did wonder if the pre-flight Spoons session was going to be the highlight. It’s not just the peculiar thrill of a pint at 7am, you can drink from 9am anywhere. Stansted’s Windmill is a joy in its own right. No less a… Continue reading THE ONLY WAY TO START A HOLIDAY
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