There are occasions in life which, often for reasons that are not immediately obvious, become imbued with special meaning and significance.
These are times when friendships are forged, reinforced or renewed.
Times when people are drawn together through shared interests, experiences or just the desire to have a drink and a laugh.
Times which are fun, carefree and good for the soul (if not the health or the wallet).
For me, the annual Gloucester Blues Festival is one of these times.
This year’s blues festival has just come to an end, and it didn’t disappoint. Continue reading
It is once again that joyous and liver-challenging time of year when the pubs of Gloucester give themselves over to the annual Gloucester Rhythm & Blues Festival.
The Blues Festival started on Saturday (23rd), with the Cafe Rene Blues Festival within a blues festival starting on Monday. This year there are a total of 9 venues providing 72 gigs by 62 unique acts over nine days. Continue reading
It’s always depressing when a pub closes.
It doesn’t matter whether it is a pub that I particularly like or not: pubs serve many purposes and, by and large, I believe that they provide a valuable service to the community in some way.
If, however, I was to make an exception to that belief, it would be for Zest.
Last week the citizen reported that Zest Bar in Eastgate Street is closing this summer ‘ahead of a major revamp’. I did not find myself shedding a tear.
The reason for my lack of sympathy can be traced to two reasons:
- I don’t like the pub. I know; it is not aimed at me; I am not its target demographic. This doesn’t necessarily stop me liking pubs though – I was quite happy with Bar H2O and TNT.
- They barred me.
This probably requires a little more explanation. Continue reading
Last year we visited New Quay in the hope of seeing some dolphins, but the dolphins had other ideas and made themselves scarce.
Hoping for better luck this time, we decided to head south down the coast and just see what we could see. Continue reading
The furthest that we ventured on our holiday to Wales was Portmeirion, about 50 miles – or an hour and a half car ride – north.
We decided to go on the Tuesday because the weather forecast suggested it would be bright and sunny. In reality it was a little overcast with intermittent sun, but as we were anticipating rain for the whole week we weren’t complaining.
Portmeirion is a strange place. Continue reading
In my last instalment on our recent Welsh holiday I said the weather had been kind to us. That doesn’t mean that it was all wall to wall sunshine.
We arrived, via Elan Valley, on the Saturday and on Sunday it rained.
In fact, the weather forecast that I had seen prophesised torrential rain of near biblical proportions, but as it turned out it wasn’t that bad. It was pretty wet and miserable though.
But we didn’t mind. Continue reading
Last week we went on holiday to Wales.
This is becoming a habit: we went twice last year.
We decided that, as we had enjoyed ourselves so much last September, we would go back to stay once again at Glan Leri, the holiday cottage in Talybont near Aberystwyth. I waxed lyrical about Glan Leri here. Continue reading