The journey deep into the Vale of Glamorgan continues, as I renew my acquaintance with Llantwit Major. There IS no Llantwit Minor, something that Sue Gray will be investigating later. I feel like I’ve been to all the traditionally named Llantwit pubs now, and I’m not sure I could tell them apart under forensic questioning.… Continue reading NO DOOM BAR IN LLANTWIT MAJOR. THIS TIME.
Tag: White Hart
STURM(INSTER NEWTON) UND DRANG
Sturm und drang means, of course, “turbulent emotion or stress”, which can’t really be applied to a couple of days in Shaftesbury, but on the other hand I HAD gone six days without a GBG tick which is a desperate state of affairs. Pre-Covid, I’d have come home from End of the Road to find… Continue reading STURM(INSTER NEWTON) UND DRANG
“Oooh, the lady drinking the beer !”
I ended my session as DES at the White Hart in Chilsworthy on the edge of Dartmoor. Mrs RM is now regretting all those pints as much as I am not having had them now, but at this stage in the season it was all about ticks, ticks, ticks.. Actually, the views as dusk closed… Continue reading “Oooh, the lady drinking the beer !”
A DAWLISH DAWDLE
I have the inside of a Proper Pub for you ! Next stop, Dawlish, another Devonian stop on my 1998 megatrip. This seagull had been waiting for my return. Dawlish, not to be confused with Dawlish Warren (named after the duff Martin Clunes comedy), is a quaint fishing village-turned-gentle seaside resort*. Gentle, except for scary… Continue reading A DAWLISH DAWDLE
SUNSET OVER THE MERE
You left us in the Vaults, literally, with a cardboard box full of “jerk chicken pizza” and no doubt a guilt complex about the cultural appropriation. One more pub, preferably one with an outside garden so we didn’t need to carry a ton of pizza round the one way system. SEVEN pubs for 3,835 lost… Continue reading SUNSET OVER THE MERE
BRAPA DOES IT HIS WAY
Part 2 of BRAPA in the Amber Valley, and my chance to impress me with your musical knowledge. Stop C (where A was the quiche place in Belper) is the award-winning White Hart in Bargate, star of my own blog a mere 14 months ago. It would have been walkable from the Black Bull’s Head,… Continue reading BRAPA DOES IT HIS WAY
CAISTOR SUGAR
And so to the Humber for three days of what is known in ticking circles as “mopping up”. I can’t wait to show you my famous GBG map and spreadsheet soon, so that Duncan can laugh at it. First stop, Caistor, capital of the “Greater Lincolnshire Backwaters”, shown here in relation to Grimsby for context.… Continue reading CAISTOR SUGAR
JUST MISSED FREE BEER IN CAERLEON
These Welsh posts write themselves, don’t they ? Back to Saturday afternoon. The bus timetables not being co-ordinated to meet the needs or pub tickers, I had 40 minutes to explore Newport indoor market before setting off for Caerleon. It’s quaint, but a bit lacking in the cheese department. A bit like Caerleon. Actually, plenty… Continue reading JUST MISSED FREE BEER IN CAERLEON
COME TO ASHTON KEYNES
“Happy” with a touch of murk, that’s Ashton Keynes, my annual tick in the wilderness that is North Swindon In close-up the village looks submerged within Cotswold Water Park. I prefer the ancient map written on parchment in the village centre. It makes it seem rather more exciting than is justified. If you like… Continue reading COME TO ASHTON KEYNES
“HE WAS ALRIGHT WHEN I LEFT HIM”
On to my final taxi duties with the BRAPA Bladder Bender from 3 November (yes, I’m that far behind) and only right I start with the Gents at the White Hart in Great Staughton. I’ve had the front seat of my Aygo forensically examined and can confirm the great man did make it, just, to… Continue reading “HE WAS ALRIGHT WHEN I LEFT HIM”
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