Sunday, 20 September 2015

BRAPA - "Detox" day in North Yorkshire

After a crazy last week of Lewes, Brighton, London, Cardiff, Manchester and the York Beer Festival, it's fair to say I wasn't feeling at my best as I boarded the ridiculously crowded bus at Skipton (there was a war-themed event on in Grassington),  I also had a bit of man-flu, so when a know-it-all Yorkshire family Dad starting talking on subjects like bus tickets and Sam Smith's pubs, I was worn out and not in the mood to humour him.  At least my main fellow passenger, 'the Asian Rambler' (as he probably isn't known) was a calmer soul who's only concern was the weather.

It was a huge relief to 'alight' at Kilnsey, a beautiful Dales village, and with the warm early Autumn sun beating down, I was feeling a bit better about the 4 mile walk in front of me - no pavements of course meant it was always a lively trek!

By the time I finally arrived in Arncliffe for my next alphabetical North Yorks 'tick', I was exhausted but ready for pint, food and a couple of hours of downtime.  I just hoped the pub was a good one .....

What a relief!  I've finally reached Arncliffe

689.  Falcon Inn, Arncliffe

And it didn't disappoint.  I was soon "well in" with the landlord by commending his decision to un-brand the Tim Taylor Boltmaker back to the original "Best Bitter", a move which also went down well with Mrs Falcon who was more in charge of bringing food outside.  This was an unspoilt no-frills pub which was actually the original "Woolpack" in Emmerdale Farm, but it didn't milk it like Askrigg's All Creatures Great and Small theme.  The Best Bitter was served straight from a jug and was delicious.  I sat outside on the village green with the hills all around, it was so tranquil at this point and I sat in the sun reading and getting bronzed (burnt).  I went in for a swift half of Dark Horse Hetton Pale, the only other ale on and it was even nicer, apart from when a wasp drowned in it.  The calm was spoilt when a young guy in Range Rover ("Prick Prince Harry") arrived and was noisy and posh with his friend and Grandad.  I learnt that last week, John Inverdale had been in this pub (no doubt to abuse French tennis women for being ugly) and Eric Cantona was fishing near here - what a nightmare scenario.  Speaking of which, a chavvy Wedding Party soon arrived to disrupt the calm further (third time recently, do wedding planners consult the GBG these days?) so I had to guard my picnic bench carefully.  Even they, though, couldn't spoil a classic BRAPA pub experience.

The excellent Falcon in Arncliffe

Back in Kilnsey half an hour before the bus after an even livelier walk, waving at cars, chatting to bikes, scowling at motorbikes, I thought I should probably sample their village pub as a pre-emptive of sorts.......

Tennants Arms, Kilnsey

It didn't look stunning apart from the backdrop with abseilers all over this sheer rock-face at the rear of the pub.  Some people and their leisure pursuits eh?  I'd rather be BRAPping any day!  Anyway, I entered this dark pub geared up for food with the traditional country North Yorks knives, forks and placemats everywhere.  I was glad to see a couple of ales, so had a half of Otter Bitter all the way from Devon, served by a blonde barmaid with a child's voice, and I smuggled two Cheese n Onion pasties in the main food room!  I think she noticed but didn't say anything on the matter.  Again, the tranquility was broken when a group of middle aged annoying Yorkshire men descended on the bar like a pack of particularly upbeat Zombies, but I was on my way anyway.

50 minutes of painful bussing later, I was back in Skipton for my second trip here this year, third pub trip here in total ..... as there is a new pub in the guide.

690.  Beer Engine, Skipton

Skipton has lots of pubs (no Sam Smith's ones sadly for annoying bus man) but it didn't stop this new micro pub being 'packed' on a Saturday afternoon.  It was bigger than the Cardiff one, but smaller than most I've visited this year so being 'packed' probably means about 20-25 people were present.  It had a pleasing range of ales but I chose badly as I didn't enjoy my bland Dawkins Green Barrel.  I was pleased just to a) find a stool for my bag b) find a wall to lean on c) work the sliding door to the loo and d) be allowed to rest my drink on the bar temporarily to find out Hull City had been disappointing as usual.  Like most micro pubs, the average age of clientele was probably about 40-45 and it was a real friendly vibe, nice staff, you'd think this was an old Skipton institution that had been open for centuries, well, if you were blind maybe!  I probably got the timing wrong, but a welcome addition to the Skipton ale scene.

Micro fun in Skipton - note a lot of people out and in!
Well, in coming back to Skipton I had burnt my bridges of getting my Hubberholme tick.  Too much effort.  I could have got off at Keighley and got a bus to Cross Hills.  Too much effort.  And by the time I reached Saltaire and Shipley, I also remembered I had no money left so stayed on til Leeds, went to MaccyD's, back to York, and pretty much straight to bed by 8pm with Lemsip - exhausted!

Coming Soon

September continues to yield a huge amount of ticks and we are back on the midweek trail Wednesday (instead of the usual Tuesday as I have a gig to attend in Leeds).  I have not made a final decision but it won't be too far out of Leeds.

And next Saturday will probably (but not definitely) be my second shot at Beck Hole & Grosmont.  The Grosmont pub only opens daytime on special occasions and there is a steam gala on so it may be too good an opportunity to pass up - especially as the war weekend clashes with a Hull City day.  It should also give me the chance to get out on the train to places like Danby, Egton, Lealholm or even Whitby again so I'll have to do my usual thorough planning and hope it isn't a nightmare like last year's attempt.  Really, I should be doing Austwick (it's near Clapham) as this is my final North Yorkshire "A"

And September concludes a week on Tuesday with a return trip to Hebden Bridge and possibly somewhere else.  

A few days quiet recovery is all I'm interested in now though!  

Si  


 

Friday, 18 September 2015

BRAPA - Cardiff / Manchester

A 76 minute train delay / cancellation meant any hopes of an adventurous outer Cardiff day had to be shelved for another year.

Let's just say that by the time I finally arrived into the now bright n shiny frighteningly modern version of Wales' most European city, and checked into my Travelodge, I was like a coiled spring ready for BRAPA action!

683.  Pen & Wig, Cardiff

Opposite the law courts in quite a serene and leafy area of the city, I did at least make some effort to leave the city centre proper to get this tick in.  It had the feel of a student pub to me, well a very well kept and clean one, if you've ever had the misfortune to go to York's Keystones, imagine a posher version of that.  Two friendly bar chaps were on had to serve me, it was very quiet on this Tuesday afternoon, and a decent range of ales all had those little jars next to them so you could see what colour your beer was going to be, something that really spoils the surprise for me, but is useful to people like my Dad for example.  Having said all this, I ordered a beer called 'Bronze' which pretty much came out black.  I sat in the front window and the only other customer of note was a girl with a plate of sausage and chips.  Thing was, she seemed more happy chatting to her friend on her mobile phone and I reckon in the half an hour I was there, she ate a grand total of two chips and they must've been cold.  I can only think she was a member of staff and the meal was complimentary!  My friend then messaged me to say his Mum was a regular in here 42 years ago in other interesting trivia.

Pen & Wig - law courts, students, untouched sausage and chips.
684.  Gravity Station, Cardiff

Hidden away behind a shopping centre, I found this micro pub which, uninkeeping for 2015 pubbing, was actually "micro" being one fairly small room only.  The keg beers were to the fore, the cask to the back (boo minus point!) so I had to be careful but the beer was dispensed straight from the barrel and the taps were actually 'taps', like you'd find in a kitchen or bathroom - very novel!  It was like a bottle/can shop too with a really good selection along two walls.  I ordered a gorgeous pint of "Sharks against Surfers" (very orangey) from the new local Hopcraft (terrible name) brewery and quizzed the barman about Hopcraft's new pub up near Queen Street.  He reminded me of a guy I used to work with and sadly, had the same lack of social skills and our chat died after about 90 seconds.  Still, it was a great relaxing place to sit and have a drink, especially when a man with a wife he bought online left the place.  There was one huge copper table in the middle of the room which seemed to be for all customers.  A late moment of drama occurred when a toddler ran in only to be restrained by his Mum, who then criticised the smell of the pub, and in a moment of perfect karma, was promptly headbutted by her son.  A satisfying end to a satisfying pub.

Arriving at the quirky Gravity station, Cardiff's first micro pub.

685.  Rummer Tavern, Cardiff

I'd received an intriguing text message from Christine (who seemed to be doing her own more successful Cardiff pub tour) earlier in the day who told me this pub was "rubbish" and the bold statement "won't be in the 2017 GBG" and I should go to the new pre-emptive Hopcraft instead.  Obviously, this just made me want to sample the Rummer Tavern even more, reverse psychology at work perhaps.  But was her assessment right?   I entered a very old looking building (Cardiff's oldest pub allegedly, full of tudor style beams) and it was deliciously darkly lit, with a long thin walk through to the bar with another interesting (and surprising range of local ales) and my Digger's Gold by the excellent Grey Trees which I'd previously enjoyed in Hereford, was lovely and bitter.  There was a good hubbub too, with a few other customers chatting away and the feeling of ghosts of centuries old drinkers all around.  So, in conclusion, not in my opinion!  Cracker, Goat Major-esque.

Rummer - atmospheric fun opposite Cardiff Castle
686.  Lansdowne, Cardiff

Time was moving on swiftly and with the new Ninian Park on the far side of the city, I decided to stride out to my main pre-match pub.  I'd heard that it attracts the "more discerning Cardiff City fan" so wanted to get in early so I could get a good seat.  What I hadn't realised is that "discerning" and "Cardiff City fan" don't really go hand in hand so the pub was quiet for the most part.  It was very much the Hull's Wellington of Cardiff pubs, a little bit out of the way but easily walkable to the ground, and felt like the Welly in it's hey day with a wooden floor, a cracking range of ales, and staff that seemed to be have an element of those characters of old.  There was Welsh Sophie, Welsh Vicky, Welsh Janette, Welsh Angela, Welsh Carter, Welsh Dylan from Magic Roundabout - only Welsh Rich was missing and I could live with that.  However, the key phrase here was "Yey Hayley!" invented by a little girl for one of the barmaid's, who first seemed flattered by it, then embarrassed, then annoyed.  By the time Christine arrived having escaped the S.S. in their dodgy Brains pub the Butchers Arms, I gave her a run down of the beers and when Hayley came to serve her, I said "you have to say Yay Hayley", Hayley looked like she wanted to stab me in the eye.  Nevertheless, beers like Bristol's Milk Stout and the hard to pronounce Llandogo Trow Ale underlined this as pub of the day and surely the best in Cardiff.  They did food, but you can't have everything!  

Quality pre-match drinks at the Lansdowne

Then, something weird happened, Hull City played well and won away from home.

So it was time for a celebratory post-match pint so with Christine and Chris D in tow, we found a pub between ground and city centre up near Sophia Gardens Cricket Ground.  You can guess the name?

687.  Cricketers, Cardif

A bit like Pen & Wig, it had a very open plan interior which I have to confess I'm not a fan of, but it worked very well here, with book cases and just nice understated decor meaning it still felt that we were in a cosy place.  The beers were from a brewery called Evan Evans, who I read bought out Archers of Swindon who's beers I used to love and see them everywhere (even Hull) in my early real ale drinking days.  I was equally impressed with the unpronouncable Cwrw which I had kindly bought for me.  Still, beer always taste better after a victory.  We reviewed the match and the Cardiff pubs (I managed to get in how I'd enjoyed the Rummer Tavern!) and it was the perfect end to my trip to Cardiff.  Chris D thought I could maybe push myself for one more city centre 'tick' before closing time but truth be told, I'd had enough and it was time for supper and a good night's sleep!

Post match celebrations outside the Cricketers.
688.  Molly House, Manchester

The following day, despite York Beer Festival looming like a gigantic boozy mess, I'd given myself a good 70 minutes in Manc before my change of trains and decided to walk to the gay district where I'd heard great things about this pub for a couple of years now, let's say it was one of those 'monkey off my back ticks'.  There was controversy on the walk to it in Sackville Gardens where an angry woman with a mobile phone accused a bewildered man of letting his "mutt" attack her gentle little dog and she had it all on video!  The pub was a much more serene place, and I was the only customer and a bit like the Lansdowne in Cardiff, apparently attracts "the more discerning gay drinker!"  It definitely had class and style with nice decor, a great range of ales with an emphasis on the always good Beartown brewery and my blueberry ale was an absolute joy.  It almost felt like a micro pub as it was one small room only, and the one unisex toilet was called the 'water closet', presumably so people can say "I've just come out of the closet ha ha ha".  Or maybe not.  Great place.

Excellent Manchester between train pubbing at the Molly House.
So, I'm all beered out now after York Beer Festival following on from Cardiff and Brighton, I feel like I've barely stopped travelling/drinking in the last week.  

Still, BRAPA returns tomorrow for a very low key day which is about exercise, fresh air and scenery as much as pubbing.  Stay tuned for Sunday's report.

Si






Monday, 14 September 2015

BRAPA Code of Conduct - updated for 2016

Before I scare anyone with this title, I'd like to assure you that the only person who has to adhere to this (fairly tongue-in-cheek) code of conduct is me, myself and Si.

The reason I put it on a blog post is that I have in last two years made some silly mistakes, been ill-disciplined, and want to 'tighten things up' a bit.  I hope it is instructive and may be even amusing to you in places, if slightly rambling!

Planning with Care

I often moan to people at work, bleary eyed in the morning, "I spend more time planning BRAPA than actually visiting the pubs!" but planning is, in effect, all part of the fun.

Firstly (I'm assuming you've booked your travel tickets well in advance, and also got any train tickets out of the machine in advance, don't rush on the day!), work out which pub is your main focus of the day, this might be for alphabetical reasons, to complete a page in the GBG, because it is a Heritage pub, or it's a "oh my god Si how haven't you visited it yet" pub.  It could be a multitude of reasons.  Anyway, make one pub the focal point of your day, your MUST visit pub.

It might be a good idea to try and visit the most difficult or furthest away pub first and work your way back in.  Write down all train times, bus times, estimated times spent walking, waiting and in the pub itself (27 minutes should be your minimum time planned to spend in a pub).  It should be planned with military precision.

Make detailed notes re busses, what number, what time, where the stop is. What platforms or direction a train will be going in (re busses, google maps is your friend here, re trains, where does it terminate eventually).   You can't have too much in this category.

Write all this down, step by step to see if it works in theory.  Even if you are having a "city" day with say, more than enough central pubs to visit, don't be complacent.  Record a planned pub route and stick to it.  In your more sober state in planning mode, your decision making will be better than doing things on a whim a few pints in.  Can you get out to a village or two (see "pub strategy section")

If something just doesn't fit in terms of busses, trains, walking, you may have to decrease your number of planned pubs in a day, it's not an admission of defeat, it is sensible.  Remember you have a lifetime to complete this.

Number of Pubs

A moot point that requires discipline.  3 is a minimum for any full day out, 7 is too many (unless it is "broken up" by another event) so make six your optimum but 5 is more than acceptable aswell.  4 is a good result on a tricky rural day involving walking and busses.  On an evening trip, 1 is acceptable if an "out of the way" tick but I'd look for 2 or 3, no more than that if you have work the next day.

BRAPA Survival Kit

To be packed on the night before any full BRAPA day (this does NOT include football match days, car trips or midweek nights though some things should be packed).

1.  Little red notebook - Ryman's is your friend, it rhymes with Simon.  Stock up on these.
2.  Your iPhone - evil they may be, but invaluable in so many ways i won't bore you with here.
3.  Portable Charger - best invention ever, just keep it close to your person at all times, and ensure it is charged itself the night before your trip.
4.  The physical Good Beer Guide - More of a prop really, as we'll see in a later section, but it's always satisfying to "tick the pub" IN the pub!
5.  Food & drink (oh and kitchen roll, thanks Dad for that late inclusion!) - Keeping yourself rehydrated and with a lined stomach is essential, and will be covered in it's own section.
6.  The "red pen" - a yellow highlighter, again Ryman's who are one of my unofficial sponsors can help here, again for satisfying "ticking on the day" and it can also be interactive.
7.  Oyster Card - if going anywhere remotely near London, even if you don't plan on going through it, things can change with travel and transport.
8.  A pen - to make notes in your little red notebook, someone might give you a good pub tip for example (see "local knowledge")
9.  Headphones - because odds are there will be someone annoying on the train at some point who you want to block out.
10.  BRAPA business cards - to share the joy of this blog with the general public, take a stash of these (see "BRAPA" pub etiquette).

N.B. If you are going "rural", you may even wish to take extra steps to ensure this fraught day isn't a disaster.  Spare socks, walking boots, a compass, a couple of taxi numbers, sturdy trousers, maybe even draw yourself a rough map (a lifesaver at Castleton Moor in '14) as you cannot rely on mobile phone coverage all the time.  You are the Bear Grylls & Ray Mears of pubbing!

On the Day / Food & Drink

Give yourself plenty of time in the morning, double check you've packed everything, got your food out of the fridge, heated pasties up etc, got all your travel tickets,  If you are staying overnight, do you also have a wash bag, spare undies and any booking confirmation if applicable.

If you have time, make yourself a cooked breakfast to line your stomach, otherwise heat something up to have mid morning like a cornish pasty or sausage roll.  I'd take at least one bottle of cold drink but try and get something juicy whilst out as well.  I also find a banana is a good super food to have first thing.  Cheese blocks are good (I learnt that from Spooks season one!)  Otherwise, stodge all the way!  Keep away from caffeine - tea, coffee and energy drinks, even super fruit juices are a nightmare on the morning of a BRAPA day, avoid.  Also, draw out more cash than you think you will need, maybe best to do this the day before aswell.

City. Town and Pub Etiquette

I think of Portillo's railway journeys.  As you arrive in your new city, town, village, shithole and eventually pub, walk around with head up, shoulders back, look people on the eye, smile - you own this day, you ARE BRAPA!  Today, you are twice as tall, twice as intelligent, twice as attractive, twice as popular.  Believe it.

Take a nice photo of the pub, don't be self conscious of locals outside or cars in traffic.  Carry on regardless.  They may even offer to take your photo or suspect you are a pub tourist and talk to you as though you are a simpleton which is totally fine.  Act naive rather than cocky/ full of knowledge,  Let them have their moment of glory.  No-one likes a smart arse.

In the pub, get straight to the bar (unless you are dying for a wee), say hi to any barflies and be friendly to the staff.   Stroke any pets even though dogs scare you.  Humour them (locals, not dogs) if they tell a bad joke, accept offers of free tasters if alone (not in company) and maybe ask questions about a rare local brew.  You don't really care, but it might lead to more chat.  If the barmaid is a young pretty brunette, try and rate her bottom out of ten without being caught (there is a BRAPA "end of year awards" ceremony to consider).

So do you want to talk to these people?  Well, my unscientific research shows me 4 out of 5 BRAPA pubs (80%) are generally a case of getting your drink and sitting down, drinking it and leaving.  So if you sniff half a chance of a chat, take it,  Try and lead it to a BRAPwardly direction.  People are nearly always interested in BRAPA.  Have confidence in your challenge.  Also, don't be immediately put off by locals or a lack of reception, don't sit in the furthest darkest corner unless it's full of hipsters.  Give people a chance at a later time to include you in things.

Use your Good Beer Guide as a prop.  Put it on the table in full view.  Now people know why you are here.  People like a route into conversation.  It's like wearing a football top, having a dog or a baby, or wearing a t-shirt saying "kick me!"  In fact, there is now BRAPA clothing.  Wear it!  Also now is a good time to get your BRAPA cards out before you forget.  Someone may even see your shiny case and demand their own card, once they realise it isn't a vanity mirror.  If you are chatting to staff or locals, perhaps ask them to "red pen" your pub, make them feeling included in BRAPA history, though don't be sad if they refuse - some people are very lazy I've found!  

When you leave the pub, take your glass back to the bar and try to make sure you say a cheery goodbye to someone, anyone.  But don't be too needy, in any of the above steps.  Walk out as you walked in, with head held high.  If you need the loo, make a joke out of how difficult it is to find toilets in new pubs.  This is particularly hilarious in JD Wetherspoons establishments, female friendly pubs in Silsden or Glasgow branches of Nicholson's.

Local Knowledge

Relating to the above, if you do meet people in pubs or on busses etc, don't underestimate them - they might be able to advise you on a "pre-emptive tick", give you a lift to your next pub or recommend a good local brew, so even if they don't seem like the kind of dream desert island partner you were hoping for, understand their value.

Drinking Strategy

A pint measure in each pub is your standard drinking amount.  If you want to nurse a half, that's fine.  If you want a pint of water, that is fine too.  There is no rule, but you should be in the pub for 30 mins strictly speaking, well 25 absolute minimum!  Always listen to your body, if you are feeling a bit woozy as the day comes towards the close, you are probably worse than you think and you should rehydrate if you have nothing in your bag.  Perhaps order a pint of water AND a pint of beer if you don't want to admit defeat, but careful of your bladder if you have a long bus journey ahead of you.  Maybe smuggle some food too if the pub isn't too geared up for food, or at least ask for some crisps unless you are in a Mayfair Monster Munch situation (see pub 681).  I HATE memory gaps and let's face it, how can you do the pub justice in your blog if you are too pissed to remember?  You owe it to yourself, BRAPA and the pub in question.  Don't be an idiot, don't bring the challenge into disrepute.
In a similar vein, avoid "additional pre or mid BRAPA drinks".  Football ground pre match or half time?  No!  20 mins to spare in train station with real ale pub before you're first tick?  No!

GBG Pub Strategy

On deciding what pubs to visit in general, there is a real balance to be had between "doing all the easy ones" and making your life overly difficult.  You are quite young, fit n healthy so it stands to reason to get some of the long hikes in before that hip replacement op is needed.  Despite living in North Yorkshire, this has provided some of my most challenging pubs to date showing that it is all about transport links.  An easy pub would have a nearby train station, an average pub would have a bus, and a difficult one would have neither or an incredibly tardy one, and probably no phone reception (see Eversholt).  A really easy pub may also have a football team in the same division as Hull City, to make pubs easy to visit on these "bonus" days, but don't let certain BRAPsters have you believe that a trip to Oban should be put on hold because "we'll probably draw them in the Anglo-Scottish non league Cup in the year 2032".  What I mean is, if YOU want a day out in Newcastle city centre for the hell of it, just do it!  You rule the roost.  If people want to be disapproving, stuff 'em.  Self righteousness rules.

I currently am focussing on North & South Yorkshire (because they are local to me) and Berkshire, because I have alphabetical OCD and I get a thrill from ticking the first pages of the GBG in a vague order.  I will gradually spread the net further, and move house to a different part of the country to make other counties easier to achieve.

Hull City, NFFD's, midweek and an army of BRAPsters

You might find that Hull City away games have become glorified BRAPA days.  This is generally a good thing.  The complication of other people is an errrm complication, but nice to have company some times and the key here is to "get in first" with an email outlining what pubs YOU will be visiting as part of BRAPA.  So if someone replies with "well, I'm staying in the VAT and Fiddle all day" (just to throw a random example out there), then that is their prerogative and if they want to be a "BRAPper Crapper" (someone who dissents on a BRAPA day out), that is fine.  And if an enthusiastic BRAPster comes up with an overly ambitious pre-match plan which leaves you worrying about getting to the ground for 3pm, then remember you are in control.  That's the whole point.  And herein lies the real key - "BRAPA should be fun, not a steeplechase, not a running race, not a box ticking exercise, but a hobby, a pursuit, relaxed but with an overall long-term aim", and something you could do well to remind not only others, but yourself as well.

This is where NFFD (Non Football Football days) come in.  Tired of paying high ticket prices to watch Hull City lose in an identikit stadium when you could be in peaceful beautiful countryside with sheep bleating, approaching a Green Owl with nestling fire and real cat?  Then get your June fixture list, identify the games you WANT to go to, and on something terribly boring (I won't name teams for fear of offending readers), plan a normal solo BRAPA day but then invite your Dad's and Tom's of this world along to be guides, chauffeurs, travel experts, photo takers, fine drinking companions.  In a barren football month, do this twice a month on-season, once in car, once public transport, with your other two days to yourself (in the summer, remember the value of friendship - in winter, they'll have to wait(!) and go to beer festivals monthly between May-July.

Other things may come to light too so remember to be flexible.  Mum might want a 'walking trip' which involves a BRAPA pub or three (she might not be aware until the day).  The sister might fancy her 5 yearly trip to a Market Towns Tavern.  Her all knowing boyfriend might want to take me to a pre-emptive in his hometown of Hemsworth.  Friends might want to discover new pubs not far from York, or the one with North Eastern leanings might want to immerse himself in his native land.  Pissed up work men might want a trip to some edgy Northern town in the summer, young work females might join on a West Yorks midweek night.  Someone may suggest combining BRAPA with a women's football game, or a random trip to an owl sanctuary/crisp factory (not one and the same venue).  Or Untappd people might want to meet up in person for real ale local to them.  BRAPA really can be sociable you see, I just have to remember to ask!

Social Media and BRAPA

"The chains that Marley forged in life, he now wears in death", to use a Scrooge / Gaslight Anthem analogy.  And that is sometimes how I feel about effin' social media.  I'm on Untappd, Twitter AND Instagram.

Yet, when you are sat in that 80% of pubs alone with no social interaction, it is nice to do an Untappd check-in to get that semblance of recognition from your followers, it's a nice way to pass 5 minutes.  Plus, the followers are primarily interested in pubs and beers so it fits best.

Twitter has become a revelation for spreading the word, I have a different group on here of passionate pub and beer enthusiasts, all with witty and interesting views on the world of pubbing. It is the most valuable in terms of promoting BRAPA.  But I do find it a bit of a needy App.  "Oooh look at me CAMRA expert / local celeb / brewery / festival .... I'm doing a thing, please like meeeee!"  You get the gist.

And Instagram, my favourite in terms of "creating the post and checking in", but my 5 followers mean it is a lonely existence but ironically the format fits BRAPA so better than the other two.

And if I'm doing all 3 in every pub, then I'm not going to be sociable to strangers anyway. Re Untappd,  sometimes, making a note of beer and details and then "typing it up" later is the healthiest idea on a BRAPA day, but it loses the nice immediacy of the situation.  A double-edged sword.

BRAPA and "downtime"

BRAPA is a lifestyle, not just something you do on Saturday's an occasional Tuesday's and then say "hey ho" I'll not think about it for the rest of the week.  Look at all that planning that is needed!  Train bookings, social media, blogging, it's a full time profession I tell thee.

You therefore need to look after yourself on these "downtime" days.  Plenty of exercise, work on that emerging beer belly, weights, abs, squats, jogging etc etc.  Eat healthy, your liver may be more prone to cirrhosis with all that ale so here's a few foody steps I take - avocado, tomatoes, turmeric, berries, cottage cheese, oily fish.  Get that metabolism going fast, and keep that liver strong and healthy.  Lovely stuff!  It does require discipline and motivation, but you'll never still be trekking 8 miles to Anchor in Shropshire at 62 years old if you are having a lifetime of health problems.

Conclusion

I hope you enjoyed this definition/rant/mission statement of what BRAPA is all about.

Sadly, there are still people out there who think BRAPA is an excuse for me just to drink lots of beer, but the thrill of another new pub is the prime motivation, whether it is a young hipsters bar, a brand new micro pub, a haunted fake-tudor coaching inn, another bloody Wetherspoons, a gorgeous heritage pub, a glorified farmhouse, a street corner local, they are all as exciting and as valuable as the one which preceded it.  Who knows what awaits me as I push open that door?

I see pubs as the closest thing as an extension to home, so unique and quite weird if you think about it .... go into a building, stand at this "bar", ask a stranger for a drink, pass over some money, note loads of people are doing the same thing, go and sit or stand somewhere else, it is a weird concept but beautiful.  In this modern age, I feel the value of preservation more and more as I get older, if I just wanted great beers, I'd simply walk within a 0.2 mile radius of my York flat and be very satisfied thanks very much!  Brigantes, Swan, Slip, Golden Ball - that's 4 high quality GBG pubs a stone's throw away from my flat.

I also love the challenge, the chase, the effort to get to a pub 4 miles from anywhere in a village that no one every goes to, the crazy uphill walk through a damp forest, the wild wind, the rain teeming down, coming over the hill as sheep part in all directions and there it is on the horizon, the next pub on the list.......

Si


Sunday, 13 September 2015

BRAPA - Lewes, Brighton and London

What better way to get over the disappointment of dropping from 742 to 671 pubs after the new GBG cross-ticking exercise than to have an ultra-productive weekend down south?  ELEVEN new BRAPA pubs were visited and my liver is only slightly quivering as I sit here recovering on Sunday evening.

I will therefore try not to waffle as I describe them, some of course better than others but all worthwhile for the ultimate cause, to tick off all 4,500 pubs in the CAMRA Good Beer Guide......

Lewes - home of Harveys, but how many Harveys would I drink?
672.  Gardener's Arms, Lewes

Having successfully negotiated the train journey and B&B check-in, I just had to start at this pub.  Firstly, it was an 11am opener, secondly Christine thought I'd been before but I wanted to prove this was in fact a new BRAPA tick for me, and thirdly, my B&B landlady Kay had recommended it as soon as I mentioned the words "real ale pubs" which seemed a generally terrifying concept to her.  With lead BRAPster Tom Irvin in tow, we found a particularly small and very local pub, all wooden and basic with a pleasing range of local breweries on show, so I was disappointed in myself for having half a Green Devil IPA from the glorious Oakham though I admit it lacked life compared with some festival offerings of the same beer.  The pub seemed a community hub too with lots of posters for local events up on the walls and windows, Lewes FC for example.  I'd worn my colours on my sleeve (so to speak) with my Hull City top but despite the localness & BHAFC vibe, we were very much kept at arms length as outsiders.  I later heard they play a traditional Sussex game call "Toad" here which sounds fun but sadly we saw no evidence of it.  Good pub, could've been great.

Me and my Sainsbury's bag arrive at the Gardeners, a real locals boozer,
673,  Snowdrop Inn, Lewes

Very much the jewel in the Lewes real ale crown depending who you speak to, I decided to get this one done very soon after opening as we heard a Southern Supporters invasion was due.  Being "highly intelligent", they should be good at choosing pubs!  Having negotiated some particlarly OTT hanging baskets at the entrance, we found a nice circular bar though I felt the pub had more of a foody touristy feel despite it's traditional outward appearance.  It therefore lacked some of the charm of the Gardeners and the staff were of the "you should be grateful to be in our pub" category.  Luckily I got served just before the SS arrived, and the Mosaic by Crouch Vale was top quality and drinkable.  More posters adorned this pub advertising stuff, most scarily being Mary Berry backing Lewes Ladies football team.  A pee next to the Prof followed, but no more noteworthy incidents occurred as we drunk up with Chrissie's A & D on the horizon.  Nice pub but a teeny bit overrated.

Tom puts his application in for BRAPA beard of the year award at the Snowdrop.
674.  Lewes Arms, Lewes

As beautiful as Lewes is, as brewery based as Lewes is, I am still surprised it has as many as seven pubs in the guide.  We passed the Chrissie's and trekked back through town and my first reaction on seeing this pub in a state of disrepair with scaffolding up and the pub sign barely distinguishable, was "oh no!  2 days into the new GBG and it has closed down." But fear not, Tom spied drinkers carrying on and it was business as usual or BAU to use a Yorkshire Bank annoying acronym.  Tom was less sure about entering said establishment as door handle was missing, but in true New Adelphi Club style, a gave the door a tentative push and it creaked open.  This was a quirky little Fullers place, and am not surprised to hear it hosts events like pea throwing and spaniel racing.  The locals seemed crazy and all they were doing was reading newspapers!  It reminded me of one of those traditional Liverpool pubs actually.  My beer, a Shoreham air crash themed ale from Arkells (perhaps) was my most disappointing of the weekend, but the back room was cosy despite a few diners and you soon forgot about the scaffolding and general clutter at the front.  

Mind the scaffolding, the Lewes Arms is still open for business!
675.  Elephant & Castle, Lewes

Despite being about 2 minutes from the last pub, this one finally felt like a real "pre-match" kind of a place with my Hull City top finally being acknowledged and respected by a friendly landlord, who seemed very keen to sell me the local "Dealer's Choice IPA" from the Brighton Bier brewery, who I later read part own this pub so it all makes sense now.  It was easily my best pre-match pint.  There was Premier league football on so a load of wide eyed Seagulls were trying to crane their necks to the screen, desperate to see what kind of football they might be witnessing next season if they carry on as they are.  My advice would be "don't even bother!"  We found Christine at last and my revolutionary quiz based on a 1973 football programme didn't really capture the imagination as I'd hoped.  Time was ticking on and the train to Falmer wasn't gonna catch itself so we had to drink up pronto.  Quite impressed with the "Ellie" though, the quintessential pre-match pub.

Premier league football and ale at the sportstastic Ellie.
After a dreadful Hull City performance and an OTT tribute to the Shoreham air disaster, it was time to head into Brighton for some post-match drowning of sorrows, and despite a long queue at Falmer station, I actually made decent time to join Chrissie A and Chrissy D before their train to London.....

676.  Craft Beer Co.  Brighton

Brighton doesn't need any encouragement on the hipster front, having a very young, trendy go-ahead kind of vibe, but calling a place 'Craft Beer Co' is always going to help.  As I forced my way through the beards, rolled up jeans, man bags, thick rimmed spectacles, back tattoos and keg dispensed beers, I found a heart warmingly full selection of Salopian ales around the corner, served by jolly young bar staff.  Salopian is one of my all time favourite breweries, and the Treasure Trove was jaw droppingly delicious.  I joined CA and CD in a nice little window seat, and my view out to the street with the grand white buildings was so Brighton, as was the cross dressing students with "Hello Kitty" armbands who wrapped himself around a lamppost when his girlfriend disowned him.  Behind me, a young lad with an eye-patch was regaling an eager group of young ladies with tales of the most fabled burger he had ever eaten.  It was that kind of a place.  

See that little lower window just left of centre, I'd soon be sat in that.

677.  Brighton Beer Dispensary, Brighton

With the Chris's regretfully leaving, I took the chance to sample this nearby new GBG entry and again, it was in the same ilk as the Craft attracting a younger drinker, in fact I'm starting to think that if you are over 50 and live in Brighton, you get sent to the gas chamber.  More friendly staff did just enough to stop me getting confused between which were the 4 real ciders, and which were the real ales, though why a beer dispensary has such a strong cider commitment is anyone's guess.  All the beers were served by gravity, so from wooden casks behind the bar as far as I could see.  Space was at a premium so I was very lucky that a couple were just vacating an outdoor seat as I checked out the front.  Again, it felt so Brighton with the large white buildings, the street on the hill, the seafront visible to the right, and the sound of seagulls.  As I breathed in the sea air, it was all very therapeutic as images of Tom Huddlestone's lumbering useless frame were vanquished from my mind.  There was almost a moment of drama as a member of staff told off a young man for moving his seat onto the actual pavement, but this was no Dog & Gun in Wolverhampton and violence was averted.  The ale, a Worm Catcher by the local Late Knights brewery was another candidate for ale of the weekend.

Note the couple sat on the left, they moved so I could sit in this space.
678.  Prince Albert, Brighton

I'd been meaning to come here for a while so had built up an image in my mind of a load of old men hunched over pints of old fashioned bitters in a smoky carpetted pub with a dartboard and a dog, the last bastion of proper old man pubs in Brighton.  This was naive of me, as it was more of the same youthful vibe as revellers geared up for a Saturday night on the lash.  The pub was huge and very tall and I must have been stood at the wrong bar as I could not see one hand pump.  Asking the barmaid confused her totally, as she tried to list the ales but the acoustics meant her voice got lost in the ether,  I heard the words "Dark Star" so ordered a pint of that (but later had to ask another barmaid exactly what ale it was for the benefit on Untappd of course!)  Despite the vast mutli roomed maze of a building, it was ram packed and everyone was spilling out onto the streets.  Even here, space was at a premium and I soon found myself leaning on a phonebox staring up at the stars and the railway arches whilst a group of excitable females had an OTT reunion hugging session which made me think murderous thoughts.  I'd had enough, and with my phone battery nearly dead and a woozy feeling, it was Sainsbury's for snacks and the train back to Lewes.  

Saturday night chaos at the Prince Albert in Brighton.

I was back in bed by 9pm and after a brilliant night's sleep, a fine cooked breakfast and a chat with a Huddersfield fan living in Eastbourne going to watch Rod Stewart in Hyde Park with his Scottish wife (I'm not making this up), I was ready for some London pub ticking.

A slight problem was that a good number of pubs around Victoria station were closed on a Sunday, so I had to select quite carefully, especially as it wasn't yet 12 noon.  Firstly, I took a very lazy one stop to St James's Park on the District Line.

679. Buckingham Arms, Westminster

Central London was very quiet after the madness at Victoria, save for a few tourists milling about.  I saw a couple taking pictures of each other outside this pub, then a French family did the same.  Nice to see BRAPA spreading I thought, but then they didn't even go inside.  Losers!  This pub has been in every edition of the GBG and I can see why, stunning old interior.  Friendly East European barmaid offered me samples of all the ales, but I "braved" a pint of Wimbledon Common, at £4,20 a pint a bit eye-watering as much as it was mouth-watering.  I sat in a fantastic curved bench seat near the front door, and saw a photo of the Queen Mother serving a pint of Young's here.  I wonder how much that cost, I reflected.  A few crazy French people came in, with very little English, they were suspicious of the hand pumps and stuck to lager so I gave them evils.  I couldn't totally relax as behind me outside the pub, an armed guard who looked like Monty Panesar was guarding the Minstry of Justice.  It was high octane BRAPping to say the least.  

One of the "magnificent five", Buckingham Arms.
680.  Jugged Hare, Pimlico

A walk back in a Victoria-wards direction found me at this 12 noon Fullers Ale & Pie house, the first place I've ever seen hare pie on the menu!  A young jewish chap who'd obviously heard about the BRAPA beard of the year competition randomly asked me how I was in such a casual way, the barmaid assumed we were old friends.  It was a fine beard, but I'm glad he disappeared to an area of the pub which meant I never saw him again.  If that hadn't been slightly unnerving, a random old local man just kept bursting out laughing to himself at five minute intervals.  No wonder I tucked myself away in a little snug seat, but more was to come as a stary bunch of students and a middle aged woman who looked nervously at me all seemed to be trying to make this a BRAPA experience I wouldn't forget, quite wise as apart from the pretty splendid interior, it was standard Fullers fare.  It made me think of the film "Passport to Pimlico" (helped by some nice old photos on the walls) and I wondered if it's residents really do have their own independent land, hence their weird behaviour as everyone else I encountered in London was perfectly fine.  Very strange,

Jugged Hare in Pimlico - full of weirdos.  
Back at Victoria station, I played it safe now and got on the Victoria lane heading towards King's Cross, but definitely had time for another stop so I alighted at Green Park, where there really was a green park just outside the tube!

681.  Coach & Horses, Mayfair

0.4 miles later and I was meandering past Berkeley Square trying to look as upmarket as I could in my new blue leather jacket, for I was in high value monopoly territory now!  And didn't I bloody know it when sour faced Eastern European barmaid charged me £4.80 for a rather average pint of Portobello Star, what I'd call a classic London ale.  I paid using "contactless" card payment just to prove a point.  I had also wanted a pack of Monster Munch, but I dreaded to guess the cost whilst a daughter of a tourist family asked for a pack of "the yellow ones".  YOU MEAN ROAST BEEF YOU IDIOT GIRL!  All this anger aside, this was a beautiful little pub with great stained glass windows and a proper 18th century feel.  There was an upstairs dining area where a blonde babe went, but there was some furore when they apparently tried to move her and she refused to sit at table number 13!  Well, I only caught half the story.  

Pub highway robbery in Mayfair
I popped into Sainsbury's for a late lunch for the journey back, an amazing range of cosmopolitan sandwiches you don't see in the York or Leeds branch of the store, and happily, time was still on my side so time for one more Mayfair tick next to the Ritz.

682.  Clarence, Mayfair

My day in London was to finish as it has started with people photographing each other outside the pub.  As I prepared to do the same, a woman who seemed to be part of a big cockney hen style knees up jumped out and volunteered to take my picture,  What a nice lady, we'll call her Polly Nicholls Junior just for sake of argument.  She even wished me a nice rest of the day.  Buoyed by this moment, I was perhaps a bit too exubarant as I greeted the barman and ordered a decent pint of an instantly forgettable London ale!  I think this might have been a Nicholson's house, it had fairly dark wood panelling and ambiance and an interesting upstairs room with it's own bar which I wish I'd explored a bit more, but by now my mind was on the train home.  The pub is actually a few years older than the Coach & Horses, though you'd never have known.  

Picture courtesy of Polly Nicholls Jr.  Thanks Pol! 
I still had time for a swift half in the Parcel Yard at Kings Cross, which threatened to be more as there was supposed train chaos somewhere near Stevenage, but it must have just cleared as my train went from being seriously delayed to totally on time and I had to drink up as I'd been nursing my Chelsea Blonde - so to speak.  Voluptuous it wasn't.

The journey back was fine but a bit long and drawn out, I was either eating, asleep or peeing to be truthful!  All in all, a very good weekend but work will be tough tomorrow.  And then onto Cardiff on Tuesday where I have at least 5 pubs earmarked for visitation.  So much for One Month Reverse Owl Syndrome eh?  

Si












Thursday, 10 September 2015

BRAPA - 2016 Good Beer Guide Published, "Bookwork" completed!!!!!!

Good evening all,

The 2016 GBG is officially released today and CAMRA's enforced "secrecy laws" can be relaxed.

Thanks largely to Christine (and I suppose, through gritted teeth, the Good Beer Guide Privilege Club), I have spent the last ten days cross ticking the 2015 GBG to the new 2016 edition ... you will be honoured in the BRAPA end of year awards!

So I can exclusively reveal I have dropped from 742 pubs to 671, a drop of 71 pubs.  It was 75 last year so allowing for all the pubs "going back in" and the pre-emptive ticks coming good, I am a bit disappointed.  I was hoping for a 50 drop at most, but never mind.

Where did I lose out then?  North Yorkshire was a big culprit as I lost 18 out of 100.  Tyne and Wear and the West Midlands were also harsh, I lost 10 between these two.  All areas of London were quite mean too.

Devon was surprisingly the most successful county with a "plus 2" jump.  I haven't achieved a "BRAPA" tick in Devon since I was chatting to Plymouth fans in the Lounge 12:30pm on 9th December 2006 with a 'Dawn Red(?)' by Shepherd Neame.

It was the pre-emptive ticks coming good that most pleased me, especially the Bedfordshire ones in Wrestlingworth and Toddington as I put a lot of research into these days.  Donny's Brewery Tap was also satisfying because that came down to 'local knowledge' gained in the Corner Pin back in 2014.  However, I have to shake my head at how Selby's Giant Bellflower Wetherspoons has made it in, but it's good news for me.

Satisfying pubs to see removed?  Two really stand out.  Dog & Gun in Wolverhampton, and Station at Ribblehead.  Oh, and Blacksmith's Arms at Naburn.  Ha ha ha is all I have to say on that trio.

Most mystifying selections are from East Yorkshire.  Boot & Shoe at Ellerton is one of my pubs of 2015 so far so to see it removed when the likes of Larkin's & Hop & Vine (Hull) and Haven Arms (Hedon) remain, is very confusing to me.  And the Railway in Cottingham staying in but Bluebell removed, errrm I simply do not agree!  Sad too for Great Kelk who are trying really hard to make a name for themselves.  Still, no room for sentiment.

To help me, I'm relaxing the rule on "having to re-visit a pub if it has a name change".  This was decided when I saw Aberdeen's Moorings has become Krakatoa, which suits it's ambiance better to be fair.  It also means Reading's "Alehouse" (formerly Hobgoblin) can go back in.

So, in conclusion, one month reverse owl syndrome only took 2 weeks this year, and I can now focus on pub ticking again, starting in Lewes on Saturday morning.  Brighton & London will feature too that weekend, the report will be with you either Sunday or Monday evening.

But the "book work" goes on too, I've got 22 more West Yorkshire pubs (mostly in L**ds) to archive and then, we have 42 pubs that I visited pre-BRAPA but weren't in the 2015 GBG to archive in addition, from all over the UK.

See you soon, Si

Sunday, 6 September 2015

BRAPA - Bedfordshire Part VII - Fuzzy in Leighton Buzzard

A disturbing amount of dogs - but which pub was I in?  Read on to find out ....

With the 2016 Good Beer Guide ticking still going on, I again couldn't allocate a number to any of yesterday's pubs - of course, I cannot even confirm which ones are in the new GBG - roll on 10th September but you can probably guess!

All of this has distracted me a bit from a thorough planning of my days out - last week I didn't make a very good job of working out how to do Raskelf, and this week I was 'surprised' to learn I had to change at London Euston for Leighton Buzzard.  This made my connection from Kings Cross tight so I strode down the main road in the rain (trusting my legs more than the tube!) and still had to eat a Choux pastry before the 09:24 departed.  Phew!

I was in LB for about 10am, which seems to be the current Bedfordshire hub of real ale housing a new brewery, a new micro pub and the Beds pub of the year.  Even better, the three pubs I did know about from the 2015 GBG were 10am or earlier opening.

Golden Bell, Leighton Buzzard

My concerns about whether this little old pub had stuck to it's 10am opening time where answered emphatically as I entered a fairly bustling morning scene.  There was much breakfast and coffee going around, but the friendly landlady was only too happy to serve me a Golden Hen - the beer range was typically Bedfordshire i.e. a bit lacking imagination.   The hunched over bar flies actually turned out not to be 80 year old men, but a group of kids with colouring books.  I assume they were exterminated before 12 noon.  I sat on a leather sofa and watched a rain delayed build up to the cricket on a huge plasma screen, with a faux-fire to the left of me.  The atmosphere was warm, relaxed and friendly, probably the best of the day.

10am and all is well, at the Golden Bell.
Swan Hotel, Leighton Buzzard

It was market day in LB, so after an interesting wander down the high street and look at busses for future reference, I found myself at this dramatic looking 17th century coaching inn, renovated by Wetherspoons but they didn't spoil it enough for it to lose it's Grade II listing.  Despite the vast and fairly dark interior, it was absolutely heaving and it was a challenge to just find one seat.  Most people were breakfasting, which after the last pub, made me wonder if there's an ancient Leighton Buzzard rule whereby you aren't allowed to eat in your own house on a Saturday.  I squashed in next to an old couple, who were relatively friendly, but where immediately replaced by a couple who looked identical in what appeared to be a geriatric version of speed dating (slow dating?)  I ordered a Bishop's Finger because it's an old classic bottle from my early ale days, but it is well over 5% and I felt it as the day went on!  In fact, for a 'Spoons, the beer range was poor with 5 on, all standards.

Grade 2 listed 'Spoons fun at the Swan Hotel
Now, it was spitting with rain again as I took the delayed 70 bus to the village of Stanbridge, just out east.  Although I can't reveal why I chose to came here, let's just say it was a late decision and hadn't originally been on my agenda for today (nudge nudge, wink wink).

Five Bells, Stanbridge

And the award for "most startled barmaid to see a customer in her pub wanting a pint" goes to the girl here.  This is a Fuller's pub, and quite a sensitive refurb with wooden floors and some old nooks and crannies, with a totally separate food area.  In some ways, it was very reminiscent of the Totternhoe Fullers pub I visited in May, but that had a bit more of a happy rural vibe, though Stanbridge did seem a very attractive little place.  I ordered a new Fuller's ale they are pushing called Oliver's Island, and it was easily my best so far with some nice citrus flavours, I'm not so anti this brewery since BRAPA began as they do tend to do things to a fairly high level of quality.  I was sat in a cubby hole, overlooking 2 parents, a pregnant daughter and a little dog, of which many boring anecdotes were told.  They were waiting for another daughter before going to the restaurant, but the Dad insisted on listing the entire menu which became a bit grating once he got to the desserts!  

Five Bells is so named because Stanbridge church as five bells! Fact of the day.
I got a bit too clever next as Google Maps indicated by bus was delayed, so only sauntered towards the stop a minute after it was due.  But it must have made up some time cos it came whizzing round the corner.  I ran and managed to flag it down a few yards in front of the stop.  Bus driver was NOT amused and said "you shouldn't leave it til the last minute mate!"  I apologised and didn't mention Google Maps lying to me.  At least he made me feel like a local.

Red Lion, Leighton Buzzard

I'd read a lot about this small old pub being an institution of the town, and it certainly had a real community feel.  If there was one pub today where I was going to stand at the bar and chat BRAPA with the locals, it was here but it didn't quite happen.  One man seemed to dominate proceedings and it was hard to know if he was trying to involve me or talk to the deaf guy next to me at the bar,  The friendly landlady served me a pint of Sharp's Atlantic, the only guest of any interest from three beers - again, typical Bedfordshire.  It was a nice ale, but the sheer volume of dog artwork and photos adorning the walls was so off putting, I had to temporarily focus on the football and pretend I was a die-hard Welling / Tranmere fan - delete as appropriate but why do Sky/BT insist on interviewing managers mid-game.  Poor Gary Brabin, wouldn't happen in the Premier.  Anyway, I digress.  Shoppers kept coming in, smokers kept coming and going, I think the landlady left the bar unattended for about 30 mins whilst she joined them outside.  Personally, I felt I'd missed a good opportunity here to spread the BRAPA love.

Proper community boozer at the Red Lion
As I was on the north side of town, now was the time to walk the 1.5 miles to Heath & Reach.  After all, I'd had such a productive day so far, I needed to slow down!

Axe & Compass, Heath and Reach

Just like Stillington last week, I passed a wedding procession down the street (who apologised for blocking my path) and then reached the pub to find they'd 'taken over!'  Well, I went in the room they'd booked by mistake but luckily the barmaid indicated I should go round the totally blissful other side with the line "I thought you were a bit under-dressed for a wedding!"  Surely not luv, you've not seen these red leather jacketed weddings??  This pub's recently become a freehouse and was my key pub of the day as it is on page 4 of the GBG, you know I like my alphabetical ordering with BRAPA!   Being close to MK, I got to sample a new ale brewed in Stonebridge called Bucks Star.  I didn't like the marketing "Artisan, Unfiltered, Vegan friendly,  solar powered, natural probiotic, organic malt" etc etc.  Is this a beer or a health drink?  Anyway, it tasted unusual but very refreshing so got the thumbs up from me.  This room was lighter, airier and more modern than the wedding one but it had a good community feel all the same, my only interaction was with drunk wedding guests in the loo! 

You wouldn't know from this picture, but wedding chaos reigns in the left hand side.
I took the bus into town because the timing worked out perfectly. But what is this sign I see, a beer festival!

Black Lion, Leighton Buzzard

I'd read so many great things about this pub, and seen it had won the Bedfordshire 'pub of the year' award, so to have a festival on too just seemed like cheating!  To be fair, the pub felt like a pub and the festival element was all out the back which I never explored.  That isn't to say I wasn't part of it, even though I explained to the bar chap (a really good lad) I was just here for one, he let me pick from any of the 54 beers on offer, making up for some of the beer ranges.  We got chatting about stouts and porters, and before I knew it, he was bringing me amazing samples of all these 7% plus beers like Glasney College Porter, Baltic Trader Export Stout, Smoked Chilli Porter and Keltek Beheaded.  And what a time for Mum and Dad to ring and bid me farewell before their Canadian Adventure.  I eventually got sat down and realised the festival was called "Leighton on Sea" and all the breweries were based on the coast, they even had one from Hull (well, Brough to be exact but I wasn't feeling up to being pedantic).  In fact, the next thing I knew was bar chap was waking me up - I'd dozed off.  Ooops, how embarrassing, but a nice pint of water with ice cubes brought me round.  It was kind of his fault anyway, for being so good as to give me all those samples.  A middle aged couple were now looking at me in a concerned way too, it was time to leave this wondrous place. 

I had a sixth sense that there's a beer festival on in here - not sure how I knew ....
Bald Buzzard, Leighton Buzzard

This was definitely my most pre-emptive tick of the day, having only opened in July and quiet enough to be apparently still a secret to most of the town, for like all micropubs, they had a great selection of ales on.  They also had the usual unisex loos and am sure if I'd asked for blackcurrant cordial, my luck would have been out!  The few people who were in were friendly and chatty, and seemed pleased I'd "made the effort" to come along.  It felt so new, I think it still needs a bit of time to bed in as it wasn't the comfiest, and leaving the windy back door open certainly didn't help matters.  Again, I nearly got into tasters category but after the Black Lion, I was happy to 'risk' a pint of Black Buzzard, a beautiful local stout from the new brewery.  

I drank Black Buzzard in the Bald Buzzard in Leighton Buzzard.
I think it's fair to say I'd overdone it, and standing on the wrong platform didn't help!  I missed by 7pm train from Kings Cross, and a swift half in Parcel Yard (which I drank like I was on death's row!) and was lucky not to be charged a fortune on the later train - to be fair, he checked my ticket but not the reservation even though I left it on the table for him.  Maybe the group of jolly Geordies in front had distracted him. Maybe he didn't care.  I was punching the air in delight and had a final York Tap pint to celebrate - in fact, I considered buying all the staff a pint til I came to my senses.

So, if yesterday had been a school report, it'd read "must do better".  

But hey ho, onwards and upwards to our next BRAPA mission.  The focus of course is on "book-work" but that shouldn't rule out Tuesday West Yorks midweek possibilities though am so far undecided what, if any, to do.    

Then, we have Brighton on Saturday and am staying in Lewes overnight so hoping to get some ticks in both places, plus some London ones on the Sunday as I head back North.  And then Cardiff on Tuesday, again staying over (obviously).  So all systems go go go!

Si







Thursday, 3 September 2015

BRAPA - Hunslet and Holbeck revisited

I thought my days of walking to "new pub ticks" straight from work had ceased in April 2014 but it seems that, although I wouldn't be bold enough to call these BRAPA pubs, they are pre-emptive in the extreme, if you catch my drift!

Google Maps decided it knew a better route to Hunslet than me, and it was right.  1.9 miles later and I was there, as I strode past the rush hour traffic and the huge amount of pedestrians who smiled at me, almost as though they knew I was back on the pub trail ......

Garden Gate, Hunslet, Leeds

If ever a pub has fallen into the "oh my god Si, how have you never been here you idiot!" category, it is this one.  To be fair to me, it was closed when I walked here last April due to a burst heating pipe and peering in through the window, the pub looked in a serious state of disrepair.  No such problems today, I was gobsmacked as I walked into the long corridor with etched snob screens and rooms to each side.  So much so, I realised my gaping gob made me look like a total pub tourist, especially as all other locals either had a Krzb Britain style "air of the what of it" or were just plain miserable.  Shame on them, what a building!  There is currently some debate as to whether this pub is still owned by Leeds brewery or not, 2-3 in terms of beer to the opposition suggested not, as did the fact my Leeds Pale was uncharacteristically fizzy and a bit lame.  Having been served in the back bar, I sat in the front room as my heritage guide says this is the room that matters!  A couple near me didn't say a word to each other in half an hour and looked thoroughly depressed as "Innuendo" by Queen came out of the jukebox.  Judging by the pub I peered in at on April '14, I had to chuckle at the "most improved pub" award I saw on the bar.  A local 'character' came in and demanded that the other local Hunslet Hawks season ticket holder MUST know any other Hunslet fan who exists!  They soon got onto the subject of the 'Championship' and Hull City were about the only team they didn't mention.  I stayed for another half, a Rudgate Ruby Mild - delicious but too cold and despite the amazing interior, I'd have to say the jury is out beerwise on this famous, superb pub.  

It's been a long time coming ..... the Garden Gate in Hunslet!


I was soon in "urban" Holbeck (or Hipsterville as it should be known) and back on Water Lane where I visited Midnight Bell on my first ever West Yorks BRAPA night last year.  This next pub I was well aware of as a work drinks night was held there last Nov which I almost went to.

Cross Keys, Holbeck, Leeds

Luckily, I'd read about the unpromising frontage and front door errrm somewhwere(?!) so having taken my BRAPA pic, I was not discouraged and pushed it open.  And in a New Adelphi Club type way, the buzzing lively indoor atmos was unexpected.  I was greeted by a crazy friendly young brunette, who gave me a beer run down and a taster of the "Foggy Morning" ale, a weird taste but I went with it.  She was the kind of girl you could fall in love with on a first date, marry a day later, but her body would be found in the river on day three and you'd have to plead guilty, but citing provocation through irritation.  I got both her and blonde backgrounder to help me trace my ale for my Untappd check in, and they did a decent job.  It was quite a modern cafe bar feeling place, the average age older than I had first thought but everyone seemed friendly and the atmosphere was very good indeed, in fact it wasn't too different to Midnight Bell just down the road.  The ale wasn't quite to my taste, but all in all, a positive experience.

Unpromising frontage, but what's behind the white door? 
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So, two pubs done, no numbers of course as, even if they DO get in the 2016 GBG, I cannot number yet as I'm cross-ticking and we are "locked down" on 742.  Phew, one month reverse owl syndrome is hard!  Just finished Leics, Lincs and the London's and I have say, no major losses yet, only an average of 2 or 3 per county so will be interesting to see how things pan out.  Last year, it was West Yorks that really screwed me with a 30ish drop alone.  

The number will be announced on 10th September in a special blog outlining some of my thoughts, highlights, lowlights and surprises of the ticking exercise.  There will be more archives to come, I have identified about 20 pubs already that I've been to pre-BRAPA but weren't in the 2015 GBG.  And some pre-emptives are coming good for the first time, which helps immensely.  

For now, business as usual as we march on to Leighton Buzzard on Saturday.  Again, we won't be numbering any pubs visited or commenting on their GBG status!  

Si