Gru-Yeah!

Thursdays are Farmers Market Days in Exeter. Last week, looking for some lunch and wandering aimlessly around the centre of the city, I stumbled upon the striped awnings of the market. Pies, bread, some other stuff. It was all there. Then I spotted the Almond Thief stand. This will be good, I thought.

Sea anything you like?

Let’s be honest, if you’re writing a blog post about a fancy dress run, then words will only get you so far. It’s the images that count. In honour of this weekend’s Delicious Dart “food festival on the run”, here is a quick run through 15 miles’ worth of photos… By the way, we were…

It’s not all about the DIY

I wouldn’t want you to worry. Yes, I may have taken a month off from the blog, but you will be reassured to know that I didn’t take a month off from beer. That would have been silly. Today, I wanted to mention one of the beers that I drank during the last few weeks.…

Mud pies

Long, green, lush grass: that was Thursday. Come Sunday, we were wading through gloopy, sticky, brown sludge. My wellies were nearly left behind in a particularly aggressive mud pit in the campsite. Come to the Brecon Beacons, they said. In Wales, they said. Sunny, sunny Wales, they said. Okay, that’s a lie. No one has…

Ice, ice, baby

This post should come with a health warning. I wrote it, and then I forgot about it. It has sat, unloved, like an unfavoured child, being ignored and passed over. It is almost apt that it is a post all about vanilla, that undervalued and oft-forgotten flavour. It is also a beer review and it…

Cliche-free since 2015

Ace beer writers Boak and Bailey – as it should be┬ácompulsory to introduce them – recently caused a fair amount of comment among the beer blogging community with a post all about cliches. Certainly over here at Running Buffet HQ I felt nervous; scared out of my wits, you may say, although that would be…