Yes, WordPress just reminded me this will be my 2,000th post. It’ll be 2,500 once I’ve written up BRAPA’s visit to the Angel in Ramsey.
As you know I’m a big advocate of tradition, and tradition dictates a landmark post is exciting, topical and memorable. Luckily, the Tyler’s Kiln a mile north of Kent University is none of those.
I could have walked here in ten minutes when I helped my niece move in to digs at the Uni in 2014; it was half an hour from Canterbury West this time, but obviously uphill both ways.
Frankly, a bit dull compared to the promise of the OS extract; ancient Fordwich is a much better bet for pashmina spotting.
What we English call a “crisp morning” i.e. ****** freezing.
I walked round the village bounds three times, waiting for the 11am opening, before remembering you’re supposed to see the oast house when in Kent.
11.01. I marched along the timbered front to the shiny entrance, inevitably moved to the car park side.
A well-dressed man stood between me and the bar, staring in amazement. And a bit of terror.
“Can I help you ?”
“Can you serve me a beer please ”
I had to repeat myself, so shocked was he.
“I’ve only just opened !”
Things improved. He went behind the bar, told me his boss was back soon (obviously thought I was a burglar as no-one drinks at lunchtime in Kent)
Really nice chap, pulled a decent looking half.
Obviously I had the pub to myself for an hour, and could have done something rebellious like read a book.
Instead I took a passable half of Master Brew on a world tour, pointing out the shiny sofas, gin promotions and inspirational sayings.
The Master Brew improved a bit in the new conservatory, but that may have been due to the inevitable playing of the Eurythmics in their ’83 pomp.
Sweet Dreams are made of NBSS 2.5/3 beer in pleasant Kent gastropubs awaiting septuagenarian diners.