Having managed to complete 2021 Good Beer Guide cross-ticking in a record four days, an exercise involving some early mornings, very late nights and a lot of coffee, I can now get back to the blogging. There were casualties, notably two green Stabilos, less notably, the remnants of my sanity. Results will follow of course, when the embargo is lifted on 29th Oct, with a blog assessing the damage, and plans for the year ahead.
I was actually going to celebrate this evening with a bonus 'pre-emptive' ticking trip, but my train was cancelled at the last minute. Hull Trains, cancelled? Surely not! (that's a joke for the northern purists). So I thought I'd make myself useful and tell you the TRUTH about Andover.
Monday 5th October, and the sun was finally shining in Basingstoke (something I felt I'd never see) as I 'enjoyed' the worst scrambled eggs on toast ever ........
|Dry as a bone, at least I got a knife & fork today|
.... I made my way west to the town of Andover, for its BRAPA debut, reflecting that my modest progress so far was at least, encouraging :
|Monday morning pubbing in Andover, at its finest|