The truth is out there (not THERE) and the truth MUST be told. With all of Swindon’s options, I somehow ended up in the Spoons. Not in the grotty but loveable GBG occasional Savoy, either, but the shiny Sir Daniel, whoever he was. Quite what attracted me away from the lure of Swindon Kebabs, who… Continue reading HOW DID I END UP IN SWINDON SPOONS ?
Tag: Wiltshire pubs
NO WILT-ING ON THE PATH TO GBG GLORY
25th February 2020 Getting a sprint on now, with a night on the western edge of Wiltshire to complete my second of three GBG counties this week. Even Duncan is panicking at my progress, which will no doubt be impeded by a Coronavirus lockdown that confines me to the Days Inn at Membury Services for… Continue reading NO WILT-ING ON THE PATH TO GBG GLORY
PUBS ARE GREAT, AREN’T THEY ?
22nd February 2020 I spent ages thinking up a witty title with “Pelican” in it and gave up. So you get what went through my head at 20:26 as we cancelled plans and gave in to the karaoke and cask combination at Devizes’ Pelican. If only it had been just cask. Another Wadworths Market Place… Continue reading PUBS ARE GREAT, AREN’T THEY ?
LEFT TO MY OWN DEVIZES
22nd February 2020 The White Bear was the second and last of my new GBG ticks on this Wiltshire Wander, which is a disappointing tally when I see how BRAPA has been plundering the North. I really fancied a 6X, long a favourite beer despite many commentators on CAMRA Discourse describing it as “twiggy brown… Continue reading LEFT TO MY OWN DEVIZES
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
A RETURN TO THE FLEMISH WEAVER
You’ll remember my failed attempt to conquer Corsham, whose bizarre Flemish Weaver had suddenly switched to Winter hours just as I tipped up in Autumn. Well, I never give up. My immediate thought – “Have I entered the ultimate care home ?”. Room after room off a passageway to the bar, each with be-cardiganed gentlefolk… Continue reading A RETURN TO THE FLEMISH WEAVER
CORSHAM – WINTER KILLS
Just for Mark, a bit of Yazoo today. Weird video, too. You were waiting for something to happen, weren’t you. ? Eagle-eyed readers (Russ) will have noticed an absence of “Opening hour drama” since GBG19 made its belated debut on 14 September (yes, I’m still bitter). But the trip to Bristol and Bath had… Continue reading CORSHAM – WINTER KILLS
INTO THE (PEWSEY MICRO PUB) VALLEY
As you’ll know by now, I never miss a chance of squeezing a Skids song title in , even in an area as tranquil as Salisbury Plain. This is more “Out of Town” than “Sweet Suburbia“. As I must have said before, I have a cousin in Pewsey, but as I’d already had my tea… Continue reading INTO THE (PEWSEY MICRO PUB) VALLEY
SOMETIMES, ALL I NEED IS THE (WESTBURY PUB) AIR THAT I BREATHE
Highly tempted to skip the next two Wilters, because not much happened (Russ “Does it ever”). But as Maslow said, self-actualisation comes from doing your blog in the correct order and writing witty comments under photos. And it may give you the chance to berate me for slagging off a pub you like. I start… Continue reading SOMETIMES, ALL I NEED IS THE (WESTBURY PUB) AIR THAT I BREATHE
A LOAD OF OLD LACOCK
Three years next month since I started this blog, and it’s pleasing to note that the post titles are getting even worse. So are the pubs that enter the Beer Guide, by and large. But not always. Pub No.2 on the Great Wiltshire Almost Completion (GWAC) of 2018 lies in Whitley, just outside lovely but… Continue reading A LOAD OF OLD LACOCK
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