Patrick’s and Tapps

I had arranged to meet well known coffee house ticker Martin in Patrick’s, a reliably good watering hole in Bangor, North Wales. He had been exploring the coastline while I had been watching Island Games football on Anglesey, including St Helena’s competitive international debut. St Helena’s first ever goal They lost 1-6 to Shetland but…… Continue reading Patrick’s and Tapps


The Dyffryn Arms in Pontfaen, known as Bessie’s, is a simply marvellous pub. By the side of a minor road in the hills of rural Pembrokeshire, the Davies family have served beer in a jug through this hatch – there is no bar counter -since 1845. Going in feels like entering a small country church.…… Continue reading Bessie’s

Kings of Lynn

Fleeing Lincolnshire with indecent haste, the last section of the day’s cycling took us into Norfolk through Walpole Cross Keys and Terrington St Clement (which autocorrect called Terrifying St Clement). Terrifying for the pilot of this plane perhaps. The unoccupied Bullards pub nearby (below) has been an empty house since the Jolly Farmers closed in…… Continue reading Kings of Lynn