NB : If you’re looking for a joke about how “Beer Line Cleaning In Progress” ain’t the beer it was, you’ve come to the wrong blog. This IS the blog for a third naff Devizes title in 3 years, alternating Stiff Little Fingers and Pet Shop Boys references with the ease of a master. Our… Continue reading SUSPECT DEVIZES, CONFIRMED BASS SIGHTING
Tag: Wiltshire
HOW’D YOU PRONOUCE SEEND CLEEVE THEN ?
Moving on from Westbury, take a look at how green West Wilts is ? The towns of Melksham, Calne and Westbury are a bit plain, but villages like Bratton and Erlestoke are stunning, and of course you get your very own White Horse. Disappointingly, we’d pitched up on a day with a “y” in it… Continue reading HOW’D YOU PRONOUCE SEEND CLEEVE THEN ?
WESTBURY’S UNREADABLE WI-FI PASSWORD
Look ! Bass clickbait ! There IS some Bass coming up in National Bass Week, but it wasn’t on in the Angel in Westbury, my next stop on the Wilts Wipe-out. I haven’t been too kind on Westbury (Latin Motto – “At least we’re not all la-di-da like Frome“), as you can see from my… Continue reading WESTBURY’S UNREADABLE WI-FI PASSWORD
MY WILTSHIRE WOES (and not being “funky, fashionable and glamorous” isn’t one of them)
Mrs RM is determined to help me round my remaining 334 GBG ticks so that I can accompany her to places that don’t have “dingy Old Men’s pubs“. She means you, Bridgwater. We turned our attentions to Wiltshire, and Mrs RM hovered patiently in the Co-op while I popped in the Hop Kettle, a place… Continue reading MY WILTSHIRE WOES (and not being “funky, fashionable and glamorous” isn’t one of them)
MORE MELKSHAM MERRIMENT
25th February 2020 I would have worked Holt into the title, but you’d have thought I meant I was in Norfolk, and I can’t have you fearing for my welfare like that. If anything, Wiltshire’s Holt is even posher than the one the Pashmina Paulines and Peters use for their 3rd stop on the way… Continue reading MORE MELKSHAM MERRIMENT
DEVIZES GAVE NAMES TO ALL THE ANIMALS
22nd February 2020 Devizes seemed relatively unscathed by the floods cruelly limiting my western ticks, somehow appropriate for a town that’s a virtual arc of pub names. We have a British Lion, a White Bear, a Lamb, another Bear, a Pelican, a Black Swan, a Dolphin, a Black Horse, Fox & Hounds, two Dragons, and… Continue reading DEVIZES GAVE NAMES TO ALL THE ANIMALS
ALL BEER AND TABLE SKITTLES AT THE STUMBLE
Always draw them in to your blog with a Bass mirror. Even though they know there’s no chance of Draught Bass in a new micropub in Bradford-on-Avon. I arrived at the door at 7.01pm, fearing the micro worst. You know, high tables, hops and halting conversation. The Stumble is stunning. It actually looks like a… Continue reading ALL BEER AND TABLE SKITTLES AT THE STUMBLE
CROSS GUNS BY THE AVON
I’m writing this on my Huawei after a session at the Blind Tiger in New York, so don’t expect much. Anyway, Wilts. The lovely GBG had given me 3 new Guide entries within a mile of Bradford on Avon station, the middle one an attractive mile walk along the Avon. Gunshot and alternative lifestyles ahoy.… Continue reading CROSS GUNS BY THE AVON
NEVER MIND THE B*****S, IT’S BRADFORD-ON-AVON
Closing in on completing Wiltshire now, as part of my unique “complete the Beer Guide doing the easy counties first” method. For some reason, I always think B-o-A, as tickers call it, is in more glamorous Somerset or Bathshire. But the muddy canal is very Wilts, though the view across the Avon isn’t. I’d walked… Continue reading NEVER MIND THE B*****S, IT’S BRADFORD-ON-AVON
SALISBURY – MORE THAN A MUMMIFIED HAND
Just for the Prof, who quite likes the place. And so do I. Last stop for me before Larmer Gardens and my annual alt.music fest, Salisbury is a good mix of pubs, stunning Georgian buildings, a church unencumbered by scaffolding, Ushers signage you can see while avoiding Trowbridge, and a lovelier underpass than any in… Continue reading SALISBURY – MORE THAN A MUMMIFIED HAND
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