Another short post for people whose heads are too full of words. For folk who like stats, which may just be Duncan, this is a summary showing how I’m going all slacker these days.
At this rate it’ll just be “Woke up. Thanet. Micro. Pashmina. Singapore noodles. Missed train” in a few years.
Here’s the Copper Pottle in Beltinge, which sounds like an angry Scottish band from 1993.
Just to prove I wandered a bit further than the micro and the row of takeaways that make up this Herne suburb, here’s a windmill.
I’m getting a bit complacent now; a dozen micros already in January and only the one in Kimberley shut.
You can still never be sure a micro is open, as you’ll hear from my Darton trip shortly, partly because you won’t always find the owner behind the bar. As there isn’t one.
In this case, you’re more concerned about the balloons dangling from the ceiling than whether you’ll get a half (or are they umbrellas).
As you’ll see, odd tables but proper seating and a nice big readable beer board.
£3 pints, beers you’ve heard of, ham & custard crisps. Wait, what ?
I went for Gadds 7 and the cashews, the sophisticated choice.
Now I can’t claim I wouldn’t prefer the atmosphere in a Sheps estate pub, if such a thing exists, as I was the sole customer till just before I left (take the hint, RM). Simon and Duncan will know that the chattiness of the Landlady or barman can make or break a pub visit when you’re the only punter.
But the guvnor was a bit of a legend, explaining he stayed open during January as there was work to be done, providing a history of Herne pier in rapid time, and understanding the importance of lacings. Really chatty, and as BRAPA will confirm that isn’t always the case.
Oh, and his beer was superlative, NBSS 3.5+.