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The Codfather, Trowbridge, Wiltshire   Leave a comment

Codfather Trowbridge cod

The 2014 Chippy Challenge ended New Year’s Eve but I was hungry and had a half hour to kill and I’m still not sick of fish and chips so I popped into the Codfather as I wandered around Trowbridge.  The fellow cooked the small portion (at least that’s what I ordered albeit a very generous “small”) to order in the packed house and by the time it came up all succulent and steaming the queue was out the door.  Brilliant.

Codfather Trowbridge

 

The Rose and Crown, Trowbridge, Wiltshire   1 comment

Rose and Crown Trowbridge

Dry, warm clothing donned at the Stallards after the rainy run were a special joy but now the rain had stopped and I could look around on my walk back into town.  On my right, I spotted the Rose and Crown which I had web-reconned and decided it looked too foodie for a stop (maybe it was the sign, maybe a review); but, the bar was crowded with fat, middle-aged blokes so I felt I could slide in unnoticed.

Turns out, they had a nice selection of ales on although it does appear to have a dining crowd in mind (with locally sourced produce featured but also largely traditional plates available).  I went to the Spartan dining room next to the bar so I could sit by a window and watched a fellow demolish first a platter of burger and chips then a really large berry mess: five minutes flat and the bartender had to go get the dessert.

The longer I stayed the more it felt like a proper pub although the location is a bit unfortunate.  However, almost right across the road you’ll find the rail station, so if you’re passing through and fancy a quick pint you could do a lot worse.

Rose and Crown Trowbridge old photo

 

Posted 2015/01/04 by Drunken Bunny in pubs, Run Across Britain

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The Stallards Inn, Trowbridge, Wiltshire   1 comment

Stallards Inn Trowbridge

I was absolutely soaked as I entered the previous pub, but the run from there to the Stallards was even wetter, windier, and colder (although the temperature nearly hit double digits).  It had just opened for the day (third time as first customer today), but there was already a brazier of coal started in the hearth so I knew the run was over — I had considered a loop around the outskirts of Trowbridge to pick up another pub but the thought of returning to the damp in soaked vestments was a non-starter, so the backpack was unloaded and the dry kit set on a chair to warm up.

That’s right, I didn’t change out of the wet stuff straightaway.  I was hot from the exertion despite feeling outwardly chilled.  I needed some time to let the internal and external temperatures equilibrate and I needed to grab a pint of nourishment, this time in the form of West Country Gold, a cider just sweet enough to appeal to the candied-cider crowd and dry enough (for a fizzy, industrial cider) not to offend the effete.

The bar seems like it might be a bit of a party shack for the young but not for youths.  I get the feel of college or university educated folk or journeymen crafts people but not anyone over 40 years old.  Hard to tell mid-day as the only punter in the place, but I don’t think I’m the target audience.  Nice enough, but it has an atmosphere that doesn’t speak to me either as a traditional pub nor as a real dive.  Perhaps a bit too tidy, or maybe the sensation that the well whisky is actually good or that brightly coloured shooters are on the menu.

Stallards Inn Trowbridge fire

Posted 2015/01/04 by Drunken Bunny in pubs, Run Across Britain

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The White Swan, Trowbridge, Wiltshire   1 comment

white swan trowbridge sign

Completely off my tits at this point (counting backwards to the start of the day, this was my 11th pub stop), I got one more cider and took a quiet seat near the window.  This seemed like a serious drinkers’ bar or at least it was populated by some severely drunk folk (mea culpa).

white swan trowbridge pinball and football

I had not lifted a cool souvenir yet (there was a camera pointed at the antique skittle pins in the window at the Bell, earlier), so I scoured the room for something that would fit in my bag.  They were using the billiards table (and my collection of cue balls is substantial already) but with my change into dry clothing there was enough room for one of the items, above, in my pack (hint: it isn’t the pinball machine although it is doubtful anyone would have noticed me dragging it down the pavement).  Good pub.

white swan trowbridge

Posted 2013/06/01 by Drunken Bunny in pubs

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The Malt House, Trowbridge, Wiltshire   Leave a comment

malt house trowbridcge

The pub seemed a bit rough so I didn’t take any interior photos, but the music was surprisingly good and the crowd, obviously completely bored with one another, welcomed the wasted stranger with the exotic accent and made the pint last a bit longer than it might otherwise have.  One off-duty barmaid said it was her birthday today (27) and I added that it was also mine (51), which for Trowbridge might make me older than her granny.  Dives are always the best places, though.

Posted 2013/06/01 by Drunken Bunny in pubs

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Flames, Trowbridge, Wiltshire (kpw* for Week 22)   1 comment

[*kpw = kebab per week for 2013, as noted in an earlier post and the 24th entry for the 2013 Challenge]

flames kebab trowbridge

Now 9 pubs (and pints) into my birthday run (most recent stop a hundred stumbly steps away at the King’s Arms), I found the highly recommended Flames Kebab.  I really needed this and it did not disappoint.  The thin chilli sauce had subtlety and fire, the tomatoes were firm and flawless and highly aromatic, the chips were worth the wait and crisp to the end of the meal’s very short lifespan.  The best bit, though, had to be the meat, itself: not very fatty, rich with lamb, and a texture that does a very good impression of fully constituted flesh.  Yum.

flames kebab

The King’s Arms, Trowbridge, Wiltshire   1 comment

kings arms trowbridge sign

Eight pubs, eight pints and about 13 miles into the day’s effort (I got, erm, ‘lost’ on my way to the town centre from the Ship), I was closed to famished and soaked through to the bones.  I needed a dry place to change into my dry clothing and the King’s Arms seemed to suit the bill.  I couldn’t very well go in just for that so I had a Rite Flanker by Wickwar (very floral hops in this delight) which I now think had a rugby theme (Right Flanker) but at first thought it was a play on Right Wanker.

There is a pub map of Bath that is designed like the London Underground map on the wall nearest the bar and front door.  I can kick myself for not having the presence of mind to take a photograph but also am fairly proud that I DID have the presence of mind NOT to just tuck it under my arm and walk out with it.

kings arms trowbridge

The Ship Inn, Trowbridge, Wiltshire   1 comment

ship inn trowbridge sign

About a quarter-mile away from the Anchor and Hope I passed, then doubled back into, the Ship Inn, a massive building with a surprisingly cozy bar.   I waited for the awkward school girls to cross the street before snapping the photo but should have left them in (quite goofy looking).

ship inn trowbridge art and sign

“Wine, the classy way to get shitfaced!” Classy, indeed.

Sticking to the mostly cider theme of the day I had yet another Thatcher’s and listened to the couple of old dudes down the end of the bar trade solutions to the crossword they were working.  The barmaid quizzed me on Georgia and Arizona and winced when I said we were living in Swindon because it was so cheap; “really?  It’s much cheaper here, mate.”  She also does shifts at the Anchor and Hope and either is worth a visit for that feature alone.

ship inn trowbridge

The Anchor and Hope, Trowbridge, Wiltshire   1 comment

anchor and hope trowbridge sign

Running up on the Anchor and Hope from the Black Horse I apologised to the guy having a smoke in the doorway: “it’s not you, but the venue.” “It’s never me, mate. I’m not that famous.” Funny, and I hope there’s a better story to that than this one I relate to you now.

anchor and hope trowbridge black rat and elvis legs

I had a Black Rat Cider, always good and surprisingly orange in hue (as the birthday boy’s picture beneath the legs of Elvis ’68 attests).  They had a variety of interesting ales on tap, too, and a nature programme on giant predators (an eighteen ton shark featured as we spoke about the relatively non-traditional nature of pubs closer to the town centre).

anchor and hope trowbridge minis

The pub dog, just a puppy, snoozed nearby and I reckoned wouldn’t be a problem if anyone wanted to sneak in and boost the collection of miniature booze (these ALWAYS make for the most delightfully miserable hangover).

anchor and hope trowbridge

The Black Horse, Upper Studley, Trowbridge, Wiltshire   1 comment

black horse upper studley trowbridge sign

Nice crowd and staff at this diner of a pub (Americans should think Bob’s or Shoney’s “Big Boy” except with cheap booze).  The selection of said cheap booze wasn’t great and I fell back on lager (Carling, as usual).  After a good couple of laughs with the regulars I was back out in the rain, running for another pub (blessedly nearby, a half mile or so along the way).

black horse upper studley trowbridge

The Albany Palace, Trowbridge, Wiltshire   Leave a comment

albany palace trowbridge

The birthday run has to start somewhere and it frequently has started in a bar (last year was an exception for a trip to Maastricht).  Early mornings dictate a Wetherspoons (most serve alcohol from 9 am) and the other ‘Spoons in Trowbridge was reviewed on my previous trip here, so the Albany Palace got the nod.

albany palace trowbridge sign

 

You always know what to expect food-wise (not very appetising) but the beer selection and prices are always fantastic.  I had a very floral beer called Spring Daze but didn’t note the brewery, sadly.

The pub is right on the park from which I planned to start, anyway, and so I did a few minutes later.

albany palace trowbridge bar

“She’s 68 but she says she’s 54″*   8 comments

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*For my 6th birthday, grandma put a crisp dollar bill in a card and instructed me to go get something I really wanted.  The then 3-year-old release of Bringing It All Back Home was on sale at Woolworth for 99 cents, and I really wanted Maggie’s Farm; this amused mom no end as she thought I would by a model or a giant bag of army men.  For this year’s birthday run, 45 years hence (yeah, I am now 51 years old), I loaded a shitload of Dylan on my mp3 player and headed to Trowbridge.

2013-05-30 birthday run route

The route was simple and not too much of it off the paved surfaces, as you might be able to tell better from this link http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=5951129 than from the copy of the above map. A hard rain was forecast but for those lucky enough not to be expecting rain it was still not dark yet (but it was getting there)…there’s three paraphrased Dylan quotes in one sentence for those keeping score.

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“My names Danny, aged 45, looking for married or single ladies for discreet [sic] adult fun 07751-497085”

Don’t forget that the country code is 44 if you ladies seek to contact Danny.  This was sighted at the Swindon Bus Station.

bridge between woolverton and rode

The above bridge was between Woolverton and Rode or, more importantly, between the Red Lion and the Cross Keys. The one below is in Trowbridge where the stream is a little more decorative.

trowbridge bridge

There wasn’t a lot of graffiti, surprisingly.  The one below, spotted on the way out of Trowbridge, was a brief amusement; however, it was time for my boot heels to be wandering.

armpit graffito trowbridge

The Sir Isaac Pitman, Trowbridge, Wiltshire (pub #971)   2 comments

Isaac Pitman was knighted for service to education for developing shorthand and he was from Trowbridge, but I don’t know what this building has to do with any of that except that it sits in the middle of Trowbridge.  No bother, it is a Wetherspoons and as such has a spectacular selection of beers at cut-rate prices.  I got a Wickwar Penny Black Porter (you know, as a breakfast beverage) and commenced to plan the run for the day.

The pub was PACKED with pensioners and most of them were throwing down on some alcohol (a good sign before 11 am), and it was absolute bedlam in the house.  A couple of old dudes near me were mocking every passerby with one of them calling everyone an idiot (he was, it turned out, the guy near me at the bar earlier who had to try six different times to get his breakfast order right).

Posted 2012/09/05 by Drunken Bunny in pubs

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Run every day in September: Kennet and Avon Towpath on the 5th   4 comments

For this route I wanted to start in Devizes for the initial downhill segment (because I’m a lazy fat fuck) but opted to start in Trowbridge at the early opening Sir Isaac Pitman followed by a long-enough segment to ensure the other pubs on the way would be open (because more so than lazy, I am a drunken fat fuck).  The trip involved running a canal towpath, so it is fairly flat until you reach a lock and then the climb is usually brief and small.  The Kennet and Avon path is one of the first given the Google maps street-view treatment by mounting the 360 degree cameras on a large tricycle; it is worth a look if you plan to make a trip on your own.

The weather has been holding for a change, sunny and dry if a bit cool; but,  sitting outside a pub with a beer at various breaks gives the sweat just enough time to dry and for me to start shivering before hitting the trail again.  The path, itself, is well maintained but narrow and overrun with cyclists at times.

Click on route map to go to GMAP pedometer for this trip

Seend on the hill seen from the path

The pub crawl for this run went this way: from the Sir Isaac, north through the town centre and out to the trading estate on Canal Road (about a mile to the path).  The public path is clearly marked soon after leaving the centre, and once on the path an Ordnance Survey map helps you judge good places to cross although the swing bridge (at about 3.75 miles) I took to follow a path to the Somerset Arms in Semington dropped me on a poorly maintained and swampy trail that petered out by the first fence and I had to veer off into a neighbourhood.  From the Somerset, I rejoined the tow path until the Barge Inn appeared across an old stone bridge; this was followed by short segment to the Three Magpies (taking a roadway at the pub’s campground).  Once on the path again, the locks become more frequent (from about the 9.5 mile point) and the path steeper until suddenly you are confronted by The Elevator at around 10.3 miles.

Bottom of the Caen Hill Locks

Locks and pond between them

Most of the people I have spoken to call the Caen Hill Locks “the Elevator.”  It is the most daunting thing I can imagine in the normally placid and relaxing world of travel by long-boat, 15 locks in such rapid succession that they require their own, individual ponds to buffer the flow and prevent the canal running dry as the boats are lowered or raised a net 200 feet.  You can’t really get a good photo of these from ground level but running alongside is a fascinating way to appreciate this engineering marvel.  The locks go on, and on, and on….

Aerial representations from Google

Brewery at the end of the run

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