Bet you’re rushing for your OED right now to find out what Schleppy means, aren’t you ?
Actually, you’re probably looking at your battered Philip Navigator to see where Sheppey is. Just here, north of Sittingbourne (note old and new A249 routes).
I was sure I’d written about Sheppey before, but it seems my exciting June 2015 trip to Park Resorts Warden Springs predated this blog. So here’s the highlight;
And here’s a picture of my little tent on its £4.25 pitch on the top of that hill.
Back then I braved a pre-emptive visit to the new Spoons in Sheerness town; rather disappointingly that has failed to make the Guide. Yet.
Instead we get a rare Sheppey tick in Queensborough, which I guess won’t be going on your “must visit” lists any time soon.
But. Look at this…
A view past Deadmans Island to the oil refineries of the Isle of Grain. Magical/
That’s pretty much all there is to Queenborough, apart from an attractive main street (with a Jag parked next to a Reliant Robin), a railway station and six pubs for 3,000 souls. That ratio probably tells you all you need to know about Sheppey, never mind little Queenborough.
Bucking the trend, there’s a new Marstons’ carvery on the approach, and a micro pub by the harbour. Sheppey is a micro sort of place.
The Admiral’s Arm feels very micro, but packs a lot in.
Including a sign saying “This is our happy place“. Which I like. I also like to find Goachers Mild, a 3.4% marvel (NBSS 3.5).
I would have sat with the locals but the bar was full. And anyway, I didn’t want to make them jealous as I scoffed my pork pie (I missed the pizzas by an hour). A perfect food and beer matching effort by me as I aim for Sommelier status.
I presume the folk here have all emigrated here from Sidcup to avoid their houses being converted into micro pubs. The Admiral feels very pubby; I doubt I’d have been murdered if my phone went off but I took no chances.
Another micro winner, and a further incursion of KeyKeg into the real world. Where will it end ?
Darkness had descended while I was in, and the walk back to the station was a little spooky. But rather lovely. I may pop back in summer, if we ever get one.