If you’re feeling a sense of deja vu all over again, it’s because the Pubmeister beat me to this one ((here). But if a story’s worth telling…
The last month has seen good progress on visiting all the Beer Guide entries within an hour or so i.e. the ones you can do by train or with the expert driving of Mrs RM. It all gets harder now.
What do you call the area bounded by the M25/M20/M26 ? “Weatherboarden” ? It feels like it belongs to posh Sevenoaks but actually falls under Gravesend and Darenth CAMRA.
Years ago I applied for a job in the Darenth Valley, hoping to impress the Trust Board at Brands Hatch with my knowledge of local pubs like the Rising Sun and obscure NHS terminology. Despite an afternoon of psychometric testing, an evening of “ordeal by sherry” and a lengthy interview on 3 different days, they weren’t impressed.
Apart from Brands Hatch it’s a little known area with good walking and a fair few idiosyncratic pubs.
You’ll know you’re in Kent. Note the cat.
Not a great deal for the tourist bar walks, pubs and this ancient letter box that will no doubt be repainted from red to blue in 2019 (just joking !)
But you’re also in dormitory land, as much for Maidstone as the City, and the village is quiet as a mouse hiding from the cat.
Three pubs though, and a fourth diner just down the road (a rare Badger house), which seems fair enough. They’ve all been in the Beer Guide over the years, which is some feat.
But I have mixed feelings about the owners of the Three Post Boys taunting us that they’ve closed a pub. Presumably a “popular pub” too.
They’ve even left the Greene King livery on the walls and windows.
Yes, I did knock on the door and run away shouting “Pub killers“, but they didn’t know if I was talking about them or Greene King.
So Wrotham lost a Greene King pub, but retains a robust looking Sheps house,
plus some Hophead at the Bull, and Harvey’s at this years lucky GBG entrant;
The George & Dragon commits a small crime by having large writing on the wall, but in most other respects is a Mudgie-approved “Proper Pub” (there’d be no space on the pavement to park your mobility scooter).
So for the price of your half pint you get;
- acknowledgement by locals who were discussing a trip to the O2 to see the Queen, or perhaps Queen (which hasn’t been Queen since 1991, if you know what I mean)
- a cheery welcome by the landlady who gave me rather too much detail on the workings of a dodgy diaphragm pump spitting out Harvey’s
- brown wood and a nicotine-stained ceiling
- bench seating for the ages
- a cool tasty Sussex in a proper glass (NBSS 3.5)
- a seat by the fire
good internet access
- weird music, specifically this (thanks Shazam);
The music didn’t match the clientele, who were busy discussing Dartford’s chances at Hungerford (they lost 1-0) when I left.
Really, what more do you want from a pub ? Shame there’s no Chinese takeaway in the village, mind.