December 2025. Waterbeach. I forgot this photo last time, Dale’s Brewery converted to Hot Numbers coffee shop, one of Cambridge’s premier meeting points for folk who don’t pub. While in Waterbeach we invited Curry Charles and Julia (not sure of her prefix) over from Dereham for a curry at the Nepalese pub that has turned… Continue reading YOU SHOULD ALWAYS KEEP IN TOUCH WITH YOUR FRIENDS. NOW, MORE THAN EVER
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CLEANING THE LINES, CLEARING THE GARAGE
March 2025. Waterbeach. We’re still spending 2 or 3 days a week down in Waterbeach, dealing with solicitors and estate agents, but mainly seeing Dad in his care home 2 minutes walk from “Sunnyside”. Dad seems very content, particularly now his old friend Lassie has joined him under his window. We spent a couple of… Continue reading CLEANING THE LINES, CLEARING THE GARAGE
THE BIG FAMILY GET-TOGETHER BEFORE THE FUNERAL
February 2025. Waterbeach. Three things are certain in life. Death, Paul Mudge resisting craft beer, and the indestructability of Retired Martin’s Aygo. Three years after gifting it to my brother-in-law after passing 210,000 miles (in 6 years) he just sold it for scrap, “We Buy Any Car” laughing in his face, it just turned up… Continue reading THE BIG FAMILY GET-TOGETHER BEFORE THE FUNERAL
A MISSION TO MISSON
February 2025. Misson. Notts. Brace yourself for an actual new Beer Guide pub. I bet you’d forgotten what those were. The White Horse in Misson is a real sod for the BRAPAs of the ticking world. Open from 6, tucked away in that weird bit of North Notts below Posh Doncaster and just west of… Continue reading A MISSION TO MISSON
TOP 100 PUBS – THE WHITE HORSE, FINNINGHAM
November 2023. Finningham. Suffolk. Well, well, well. An absolute cracker in rural Mid Suffolk, but where has the White Horse in Finningham been all my life ? Well, in Finningham I guess. Nothing spectacular about the exterior, but inside you get the “no nonsense village pub where conversation and good beer are the order of… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – THE WHITE HORSE, FINNINGHAM
In Brigg Spoons, Mrs RM finally realises that “Beer Tastes Better In A Pint Glass”
September 2023. Brigg. I forgot to tell you something last time. The journey from Sheffield to Brigg cost 50p in their flash sale. Talk about rip-off Britain. And I had a seat. Don’t ask Will what he paid, but he’s probably got used to paying over the odds now Luton Town are Premier League. Our… Continue reading In Brigg Spoons, Mrs RM finally realises that “Beer Tastes Better In A Pint Glass”
DOOMED IN CROMER
July 2023. Cromer. Although I’m (definitely) not completing GBG this year the sight of incomplete counties still distresses me as much as it did a decade ago, particularly when there’s just one (1) left to do. In Norfolk, that loner was the White Horse. I did my weekly Facebook check on opening hours and saw… Continue reading DOOMED IN CROMER
WATERBEACH SWITCHES TO THE LAGER
June 2023. Greater Waterbeach. Two nights a week spent in Waterbeach taking Dad out to remote Fenland villages, with the bonus of some of England’s great takeaways. Worryingly, Mum has developed a favouring of the chicken shish and salad box at Waterbeach Best Kebab, the van that turns up six nights a week on the… Continue reading WATERBEACH SWITCHES TO THE LAGER
DON’T PUT BABY IN THE CORNER (OF THE MAIDSTONE GASTROPUB)
12th November 2022. Mrs RM arranged to meet an old work colleague who’d been left with childminding duties in the fair town of Maidstone. Well, Bearsted, which is probably the posh quarter. Pauline will confirm. Overlooking the attractive green, the White Horse looked dreadful, in a faux Brunning & Price way. AND we had to… Continue reading DON’T PUT BABY IN THE CORNER (OF THE MAIDSTONE GASTROPUB)
SUFFOLK HAS FALLEN
Much as I love Blackpool and Preston, I was pleased to get away from MicroCaskGin bars and back to pubs that look like pubs (blimey, listen to me), even if they are gentlefolk dining pubs in the heart of pashmina Suffolk. I mean, look at the White Horse in Sibton; 20 minutes from Southwold, 20… Continue reading SUFFOLK HAS FALLEN