19th February 2020
On Thursday I popped down to meet Mrs RM in Sevenoaks ahead of a big adventure I’ll tell you about later (rest easy).
The Thameslink train towards Brighton, if it’s not cancelled as usual, stops at London Bridge and spares you much of the chaos of the Kings Cross/ Underground route with folk holding Travelcards upside down at barriers.
Our half-term holiday brings a flood (sorry) of mums and dads and toddlers on their first ever visit to the Smoke, or more probably the Wheel and the Aquarium.
Some lucky children get to see the street art around Borough,
and enjoy time on their phones while their parents drink gin in Borough Market.
Six fast trains to Sevenoaks an hour from the Bridge, so plenty of time for a couple in London’s top boozing street before Mrs RM asked where I was.
and headed for the obvious.
3.30pm on a Wednesday in February; the perfect time to reassess it.
Stuff that, let’s just have a pint of Sussex and grab that nice table by the door.
Three tables occupied in what I think of as the front bar, and a glorious buzz of conversation some way removed from the Queen’s Head.
What seemed to be three generations had gathered around the big table, discussing subjects ranging from Churchill, Malta and the Arsenal (possibly the Royal Arsenal).
I couldn’t fault the atmosphere. The Best was good, if a tad thinner than last time. NBSS 3.
Pint sunk, I contemplated my options;
a) Lord Clyde
b) Walk aimlessly in direction of the arches in hope of finding a murk vendor open
c) Go straight to Sevenoaks
d) Stay for a pint of Old
Always go for d).
Rich, full, tasty, if a little sweet. NBSS 3.5.
Two tables were about to order the excellent food, and as I finished the Old the reservations started to be put out, seemingly on ever table.
Still gem, but if you want to drink go at a civilised time, won’t you ?