October 2026. Rye. Mrs RM found us a small caravan at Rye Harbour in 2022, mainly as an easier base to visit her ailing parents, as the thought of sleeping in her childhood bedroom didn’t appeal. It was a wise move, though we’ve barely used it in the peak seasons as the summer lettings pay… Continue reading IS JEFF THERE ?
THE SHARING TABLES IN RYE’S WATERWORKS
October 2026. Rye. A stormy weekend scuppered my plans for the train to Hayward’s Heath, perhaps the UK’s dullest town. But with a short interlude between gales (caravan still standing) we took the bus into Rye for a pint and managed to nip in its most regular GBG pub just before noon opening. I’m surprised… Continue reading THE SHARING TABLES IN RYE’S WATERWORKS
A BONUS BRIGHTON BOOZER
October 2026. Brighton. On the way back from Ford to Rye now, an eight train journey but with four Beer Guide ticks (“half a BRAPA”) in the bag. Four pints in 2 hours, really important not to mix it up with coffee. Puccino’s at Worthing station, the “indie” Pumpkin ?, give you a little biscuit… Continue reading A BONUS BRIGHTON BOOZER
PINTS UNDER THE WATNEY’S RED LIGHT IN TARRING
October 2026. West Tarring. Worthing. The lack of young, female pub tickers is a matter of concern in our society, but then women aren’t generally as fascinated by maps in the same way as blokes, having been forced to read cookery books rather than OS maps in school. Many has been the hour Si and… Continue reading PINTS UNDER THE WATNEY’S RED LIGHT IN TARRING
I’D WALK A MILLION MILES FOR ONE OF YOUR SMILES
I drove up from Rye to Waterbeach yesterday for my weekly catch-up with Dad in his care home, finding him uncharacteristically asleep without finishing his Sunday roast and an attractive looking sponge pudding and custard. He never woke up, and died (“promoted to glory”) peacefully late last night at 91, only a few hours after… Continue reading I’D WALK A MILLION MILES FOR ONE OF YOUR SMILES
MORE MORE MORE MORE. WORTHING MICROS
October 2026. West Worthing. West Sussex. That map extract is home to my four fabulous Thursday ticks, but careful planning almost unravelled as the train from Littlehampton approached West Worthing and the guard woke me from my snooze. “A REMINDER. If you’re getting off here you need to be in the front SIX coaches. This… Continue reading MORE MORE MORE MORE. WORTHING MICROS
THE LAST OF THE 2026 SPOONS BEER FESTIVAL IN LITTLEHAMPTON
October 2026. Littlehampton. West Sussex. I see Simon is off ticking Cheshire via rail replacement buses due to Storm Boelo this morning. He really is a trooper, six pubs a day, whatever the weather. I walked to the Rye Harbour bus stop just now, asked ChatGPT the odds on a smooth trip to Hayward’s Heath,… Continue reading THE LAST OF THE 2026 SPOONS BEER FESTIVAL IN LITTLEHAMPTON
EPIC RAIL JOURNEYS OF THE WORLD. RYE TO FORD
October 2026. Rye (East Sussex) to Ford (West Sussex). Simon’s blog is always a great read, a tale of derring-do, parental love and indomitable livers, if not bladders. Such has been the ferocity of his pub ticking that the Chronicles of BRAPA are some way behind (I also got massively behind in my GBG completion… Continue reading EPIC RAIL JOURNEYS OF THE WORLD. RYE TO FORD
NEVER MIND THE BAYEUX TAPESTRY, COME AND ADMIRE THE HAVELOCK PUB MURALS
October 2026. Hastings. East Sussex. My big shopping day in Hastings comprised; two pink Stabilo Boss markers, a pack of TePe interdental brushes, a comb, a five pack of Primark boxers (pic available to Patronised readers etc) and an order for a new pair of AI glasses. Yes, AI glasses, which I presume will tell… Continue reading NEVER MIND THE BAYEUX TAPESTRY, COME AND ADMIRE THE HAVELOCK PUB MURALS
RETIRED MARTIN GOES SHOPPING IN HASTINGS
October 2026. Hastings. East Sussex. The six hour trek down from Sheffield to Rye Harbour continued on Monday with a check-in on Dad and his former next door neighbour (and cousin*) Mick, who’s just joined him in the care home. I was keen to see if they’d recognise each other after two years apart, but… Continue reading RETIRED MARTIN GOES SHOPPING IN HASTINGS
