Ahoy me boys! It's Devon boy heaven down Plymouth way says OutUK's man-overboard
Plymouth reeks of seamen. In 1588, Sir Francis Drake allegedly downed his bowls
on The Hoe - there is still a well-kept green on the very spot - before boarding
The Revenge to rout the Armada. Shortly afterwards, in 1620, The Pilgrim Fathers
- en route from Southampton - struck out in The Mayflower from the harbour steps,
to subjugate the New World with their Puritanical strain that still holds sway.
And there must have been immeasurable frigging up rigging, humping down holds and
orgies at inns over the centuries - involving cute young cabin boys, randy pirates
and manly mariners. All drunk as hell and miles from home: bless their naughty nauticals!
Perhaps Plymouth's modern day gay yarn - a somewhat short tale to be true - in part
reflects an eroding of this historic city's links with the sea. What's more,
Bristol - which frankly is almost in Wales - has shamelessly usurped Plymouth's
rightful "capital of the South West" mantle. And nearby Torquay and Exeter have
much in their own right to lure lush local lads astray.
FIRST PORT OF CALL
Yet all is not sunk. The ways have not entirely grown dark to a gay local or wayfaring
queer. There are still beacons shining out like harbour lights, near the Hoe and
down by the old harbour. A good first port is a couple of traditional gay pubs
in West Hoe: The Clarence Hotel can't in fact accommodate at all but does offer a
gay-friendly haunt that truly pulls in a mixed crowd.
Next berth? Bob down to the cobbled Barbican district just above the quaint
harbour - about a ten minute stroll. Avert your gaze as you drift past the newly
abandoned ship that was the Old Friary pub - locals seem unsure as to whether it's
scuttled for good or about to miraculously rise from the waves.
A few doors yonder
you'll hit against a traditional and provocatively named pub: The Swallow. Gay-run, it wears
its heart on its sleeve - even nailed to the door - is the city's queer lifeblood
and is packed to the aft come weekends. Open all day, its kitchen hatches also
serve up some tasty homo-lashings to quell those daytime hungers.
Southside Street in the Barbican, Plymouth
FOOD FOR THOUGHT
Apart from snacks at The Swallow, there are no gay eateries as such but you're
unlikely to have problems at the numerous trendy cafés around The Barbican and
harbour. There's no gay sauna either, but ample opportunities to shiver your timbers
with some outdoor cruising in the pathways and gardens along the promenade and
front - as ever, take care.
GETTING STEAMED UP
If you want to head for the Sauna and Baths then Manticore Spa is the only
show in town. It opens from midday until 8pm most days (Fri and Sat until 4am). Within the 4,000 sqft facilities there's a late licenced bar,
Chill Out Lounge, Steam Room, Cinema Room and Private Cabins. They attract
a wide range of guys with younger lads and military personnel taking advantage of discounted
entry rates. They have a naked day every Sunday, but the rest of the week most people don't seem to wear much anyway!
Plymouth is about a four drive from London down the M3 and A303 or three and a half
hours away from London Paddington by train using
GWR - Great Western Railway - the original company of which ran its first trains in 1838 engineered by the great English mechanical and civil engineer Isambard Kingdom Brunel.
Plymouth Sound and Hoe with Smeatons Tower Lighthouse
THE LITTLE BLACK BOOK
Clarence Hotel (31 Clarence Place, Stonehouse; T: 01752 603827)
Manticore Spa (2 Union Street; T: 07427 677567; Website)
The Swallow (59 Breton Side; T: 01752 251760)
Revised June 2021.