Our local, the Three Tuns, did something different last night (different for this pub, anyway), showing that good live music will always attract people.
The place was as busy as it used to be a decade ago, with the gig room full and a busy bar. The style of music wasn’t the norm for the Tuns, but maybe it was time for change.
The Loft Boys and Big Red & the Grinners.
Anyone with an A level in Sociology knows this boot.
Only three and six. A bargain and still available in a bar in Newcastle. Until someone spots it.
And, if they don’t, it’s mine.
A clue. The Town Wall.
Right, a few years ago, I was stuck in Newark because I had a booked train and work stuff ended early.
So, I used my time wisely, after my non-booked train brought me to Newark. I found some nice bars.
My second visit to Newark was a few years later, just a few weeks ago. We stopped off in the van on our way back from Peterborough. When we found the Castle Barge.
And we’ve found ourselves here again today, meeting up with some of my second in command’s family.
We had a drink earlier in the Old Post Office, a nice old post office, although I took no pictures.
We did have a quick drink in the hotel bar beforehand.
There were some other decent bars. For example …
And …
And then …
We had to find food, before a nightcap in the hotel.
Other nice bars may have been involved.
I used to spend a lot of time in St Albans, a whole lifetime ago.
We’re staying there tonight and I’ve spent much of today retracing my children’s steps as infants. And one time after a trip to Munich in the early 00s.
While my children have little recollection, other than a crowding geese incident, we often frequented places such as ….
Enough of of that though, we also went to some pubs (some of which my children have visited).
Strawberry Camden Hells. I said Strawberry Camden Hells.
In the Ostrich. In Peterborough. A truly great bar.
After experiencing disappointment when visiting Peterborough over the past year and a half, I was extremely pleased to find that the Wortley Almshouses has recently reopened.
He who watches over us is currently watching over me while my second in command has her nails done.
I’ve missed him.
Last night, we bumped into Brian, in a bar in Bournemouth. What’s unusual about that, you ask. Well, we only know Brian from our local in Gateshead.
He’s working here for a few weeks.
There are many pubs in Bournemouth. Synchronicity.
An interesting pub sign, particularly for a Wetherspoon’s pub.
Which is opposite a church, with a graveyard.
What would a visit to Sunderland be without calling in the Isis.
A lovely building. With beer.
With time for a (very) quick pint between trains in Leeds today, I chose the Angel Inn, a great Sam Smith’s pub.
