ENDING THE WINCHESTER CRAWL IN THE OLD GAOLHOUSE

  Grief this is feeling like a long old haul. Nearly there though. Next stop was the Queen, a real outlier that takes you through the attractive streets south of the Cathedral. Goodness know how we made it past the Wykeham without a stop there, but no doubt the Pride was drinking well without our… Continue reading ENDING THE WINCHESTER CRAWL IN THE OLD GAOLHOUSE

SINGING “COCKLES & MUSSELS, DOOM BAR NBSS 4.0, OH”

Premiership winning interlude over, back to the South coast. So you’ve heard about a “pub” that shuts on Saturday for private functions, and a craft beer bar with trestle tables and ’80s vinyl, what about Proper Pubs ? How about the Eclipse, which enchanted and disappointed a year ago ? That was on a midweek… Continue reading SINGING “COCKLES & MUSSELS, DOOM BAR NBSS 4.0, OH”

“STUFF YOUR WEDDING, WINCHESTER; I NEED A PUB TICK”

Having delivered BRAPA into the warm bosom of the Fens, it was time for Mrs RM and I to set off in our campervan for Bridport. The M25 and M3 (now “intelligent”) were quite accommodating, but I’d had enough driving by the time we got to Winchester, and there were two ticks there.  I always… Continue reading “STUFF YOUR WEDDING, WINCHESTER; I NEED A PUB TICK”