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Where’s Julie been working?   Leave a comment

“Fancy a trip to Wales?” asked the wife with this link attached:

https://www.theguardian.com/society/2017/jun/29/police-patrol-welsh-village-head-off-hunters-lsd-stash

Nice pun. But, now I’ll have this stuck in my head all weekend:

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Posted June 30, 2017 by Drunken Bunny in Drugs, Tourism

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Wales Marathon 2016   12 comments

 

Lamphey Hall Hotel Lamphey yours truly

 

I have never taken a marathon seriously (see 2009 Snowdonia2012 London and 2014 Isle of Wight for examples of the sort of drunken fiasco my marathon efforts usually degenerate into) although some have only had a beer stop hosted by hashers to interrupt the flow (2006 Tucson M., 3h 19m) or a pub crawl till 4am ahead of an 8am starting gun (2006 Whiskey Row M., 3h 47 minutes but it was slow due to starting at 1 mile elevation and with 2 tough, continuous climbs of 1720 feet and 1400 feet while stinking of bourbon the entire race).

 

Wales Marathon Love Your Liver

Spotted after Manorbier: Of COURSE I love my liver. Why do you think I give it so much to do?

 

But, I intended to BQ this year (not for the sake of a Boston entry, but to have it as an option next year) and I wanted to do it on a hilly course so, despite a good selection of pubs on the course, I trained intending to at least try to treat the Wales Marathon with respect.  Busy at work and preparing to move house and a million aches and pains and every other excuse you’ve ever heard or said, this plan blew away like so much sand on the Coastal Path.

 

training log from 1 May 2016 to Wales Marathon

 

I mean, I ran the prescribed mileage (the blue trace on the chart shows my 7 day rolling sum back to the start of May with the planned training in red); but, I did very little of the ‘extras’ like stretching, speed work, proper nutrition.  And, those extras are especially important for us ancients.  I reckoned I should be happy to even finish this one as I found my place in the crowd at the start in Tenby.

 

Wales Marathon and Lamphey diversion

My marathon hotel was a B&B in the seaside village of Amroth, a hilly 6½ miles northeast of Tenby along the Welsh Coastal Path.  With no prospect of Sunday morning public transport, I had to jog to the start so at least I was limber and had a jump on sweating out the alcohol from the Coach and Horses (Tenby), the Royal Oak and the Old Chemist (Saundersfoot), and the New Inn and the Amroth Arms (Amroth) the night previous.  Sunrise was around 4:30 am so I missed daybreak; and, the tide, while noticeably rising during the trot, was still about midway between low and high.  Hard to complain, though.

 

Wales Marathon Pembroke Castle

Pembroke Castle ahead and near enough to the King’s Arms.

 

I ran the race in less clothing than I trained in (or, indeed, that I have run in since the trip to Bristol Tennessee, last September because, for a boy from the Deep South, it is still fucking cold here); the idea was not so much to decrease my load on the run but to encourage shorter pub breaks — I had to down the bevvies fast to beat the chill.  So to overcome the seaside shivers at the start, I wore an over layer of disposable sweats including this old favourite from a visit to the Gypsies In The Palace Hash (roughly in 2006, may 2007…goodbye, old, warm friend; the Kucinich 2004 shirt would join it at race end).

 

Wales Marathon Gypsies in the Palace shirt disposal

 

The race route at the start was too circuitous but not as bunched up as I feared (there were only 887 of us and a substantial number of those were just hoping to get all the way around).  The wind was howling and it was pissing down rain for the first hour and a half, but the route was protected by a high hedgerow on both sides of the road along the Ridgeway.  This obscured what was almost certainly a spectacular view but at least we were protected (somewhat).

 

2016-07-10 Wales Marathon official 2

 

I didn’t carry any nutrition on this one because every other of the frequent water stations was also a banana and Snickers bar stop.  And, of course, I would be packing in liquid carbs and B vitamins at the pubs, as soon as they were open as I passed.

 

Wales Marathon Manorbier Castle

Manorbier Castle

 

I only made it to one pub in Pembroke because most were not open till 12 (I had planned on two but the King’s Arms was my only refuge).  There were some close to the Half Marathon start but I didn’t think it prudent to leave the course with so many officials there; instead, at the turn toward Freshwater, I jogged up to one of the docents and asked if the pub nearby was open, yet.  He glanced at his watch then pointed off the wrong direction and said, “yes, but it’s….”  Not letting him finish, I started running down the wrong road which I realised when three or four spectators pointed and yelled, “no, over there.”  On my return from the Lamphey Hall Hotel, the crowd parted for me as I rejoined the pack.

 

2016-07-10 Wales Marathon official 3

 

We reached the coastline just after my stop in the Freshwater Arms but the hills were starting to take their toll on a lot of us.  I chatted with one guy I had passed a few times already and I think I diagnosed an IT band problem for him.  I offered to buy him a regenerative beverage at the Castle Inn in Manorbier, but eventually just passed him again sometime soon after.  It was good to see him finish shortly after I changed into my travel clothes.

 

2016-07-10 Wales Marathon official 1

 

So, it was a disappointing effort, in some ways.  About 4h 8m worth of disappointment, in fact, and I only came in slightly ahead of a guy who had been obviously suffering for at least 23 miles of the route.  Again, I could make excuses about going ¼ mile out of my way for the 2nd pub or starting the morning with a heavy-backpack-laden 10K after an afternoon of bar hopping the day before but none of that is especially unusual (I think the real excuse should just be that I’m old).  But, I ticked off another one and drowned my sorrows by returning to the Three Mariners (which had sent me away dry at 9:30 in the morning since their license locks their taps till 10).

 

Three Mariners, Tenby, Pembrokeshire (pub #1510)   2 comments

Three Mariners Tenby sign

 

“Is the bar serving yet?” I asked with a sweeping hand gesture past the beer taps in the Three Mariners (which opens for breakfast).
“Of course,” replied the young barman, then, “just let me ask to make sure.” Shit, I thought.

And, I was right.  After a quick consultation with the landlord he returned shaking his head. “Sorry, 10 o’clock.” I had to be in the starting corral for the Marathon at 9:45 so I left with nowt but the apple leftover from breakfast.

 

Three Mariners Tenby bar

 

 

After the run, I was still thirsty (of course — it takes it out of you, don’t you know), so I popped back in to find the place still relatively unpolluted by runners despite the close proximity to the finish. Very depressing this thing that has become of my lifelong hobby. [Note: I quite correctly typed ‘lifelong hobble’ but, as I intended to type ‘hobby,’ I made the change.]

 

Three Mariners Tenby rafters

 

 

Quite a friendly lot at this bar including a very nice off-duty barmaid as well as the original bearer-of-bad-news; they kept me entertained with a bit of goofy chat for as long as it took to de-cider my glass.  Properly marinated, I bid the Three Mariners and Tenby farewell.

 

Three Mariners Tenby

three-mariners-map

 

 

Posted July 12, 2016 by Drunken Bunny in Pubs

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Park Road Fish and Chips, Tenby, Pembrokeshire   Leave a comment

Park Road Fish and Chips Tenby special

 

There’s nothing better than a seaside chippy.  Actually, there’s SUPPOSED to be nothing better than a seaside chippy but someone needs to tell the folks in Tenby that.

After a bland piece of fish the day before I reckoned on something delicious on my second effort and the Park Road Chippy was busy enough to recommend it and I was starved after the Marathon but nooooooooooo…despite asking specifically if I wanted salt and vinegar (to which my answer which she wrote down was, “yes”) there was none at all; the oil was obviously not hot enough to seal the flavourless batter before the fish started steaming within (and without) it; and, the chips may have been cooked to order like it says in the window but that order must have been placed on Tuesday by someone other than me.

 

Park Road Fish and Chips Tenby

Posted July 12, 2016 by Drunken Bunny in Fish and Chips, Food

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Castle Inn, Manorbier, Pembrokeshire (pub #1509)   2 comments

Castle Inn Manorbier

Everyone at the bars, today, seemed surprised by my visits; however, none more so than at the Castle. The barmaid seemed flabbergasted and the landlord seemed concerned for my well-being and sanity.

Okay, fair play on that last one.

My own thoughts on arrival in the village went something like, “Manorbier…man, or beer…difficult question that: more than once I’ve been more beer than man.”

I lingered a bit, as I had invited an ailing runner to join me but I eventually passed him again once I returned to the fray. In the meantime, the owner tried to suggest CAMRA membership (which I have had since a few days after we moved here in January 2009). “Then, you should be drinking real ales, shouldn’t you?”

“I would do, but…,” and I theatrically gestured at the taps of fizzy beer and cider. He turned, just as theatrically, and pointed to the two gravity taps at the back.

“Shit!” I cocked my head at the two, dusty vessels. “When did THOSE arrive?” But, the lager was fine and did what I hoped it would do and all was well and the bar would be here when next I visit. Toorah!

Get to the pub this way.

Posted July 12, 2016 by Drunken Bunny in Pubs

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Freshwater Inn, Freshwater East, Pembrokeshire (pub #1508)   2 comments

Freshwater Inn Freshwater East sign

 

The Freshwater Inn gets screwed by the Wales Marathon. During the event, the road it is on is inaccessible to all but foot traffic (so, mostly the denizens of this tiny village, most of whom were hiding out until the hordes passed). When I entered, the staff appeared to be enjoying a chin wag at the kitchen’s serving window and were oblivious to my presence.

“Hiya,” I interrupted. The young barman, startled, rushed over apologetically and served me up as his boss came over to chat. Turns out, he’s done the Marathon before and was sympathetic to my nutritional needs (giving me a hefty, one-off discount on the pint).

Hopefully, the trade picked up later in the day.

Map…here.

Freshwater Inn Freshwater East beer

 

Lamphey Hall Hotel, Lamphey, Pembrokeshire (pub #1507)   2 comments

Lamphey Hall Hotel Lamphey

 

I left the Marathon course to travel an unknown distance down a road I hadn’t even Google scouted to reach a pub I hadn’t planned on visiting and wasn’t entirely sure was open. It turned out to be the Lamphey Hall Hotel and I was pleased to find the door open and a staffer toting linens into the lift.

“Pardon me…is the bar open?” I asked.
“Certainly,” she answered pointing. “Just go straight through.

 

Lamphey Hall Hotel Lamphey beer

 

 

I breezed past reception and some well attired other staff that, once they caught up (as they all converged on me at the bar) seemed relieved if bemused that I was just a thirsty runner from the event a quarter-mile away. There were only two customers at this early hour, a friendly couple who offered to snap my photo for this note.

 

Lamphey Hall Hotel Lamphey yours truly

 

 

This place is VERY nice (too nice for the likes of me even when I clean up and behave myself) but they were much more friendly than cordial and though I am sure they were glad my stay was brief they all made me feel as if it was a highlight of the pre-lunch rush.

And, the beer was lovely.  Here’s a map.

Posted July 12, 2016 by Drunken Bunny in Pubs

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