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

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

ANNOYED RETIRED MARTIN – RETURN VISIT

  Those of you who enjoy the torment of us pub tickers finding pubs unexpectedly closed are going to love this. A successful (in ticking terms) couple of days in Wiltshire was to conclude with the attractive sounding Cross Keys in Corsley. Tucked safely away from the Killing Fields of Frome, albeit worryingly close to… Continue reading ANNOYED RETIRED MARTIN – RETURN VISIT