More highlights from places you’ll want to visit but can’t, as we make what looks a direct journey to Rye.
With the automation of the Dartford Toll barriers you’ll only need to slow down as other folk slam on their brakes at the Tonbridge turn to point out where Paul Bailey lives.
Almost 20 years between visits, then 4 visits in 4 years. That’s the magic of the GBG.
Catch it on a good day and it’s unbeatable.
Rye has a little bit of central Durham or Bridgnorth about it, cobbled streets packed with interest if not students and pubs.
As you can see, the streets aren’t quite as packed as you might expect for a honeypot Cinque Port with retiredmartin award winning calamari and chips. And a proper sweet shop.
I can only assume the French schoolchildren and German coach parties are heading straight for Gillingham and Gravesend having read my blog.
It’s nice to have the lanes to yourself so you can look at your phone while walking.
Just think what great micropubs these little houses would make.
Last year I had the always delightful company of Kentish Paul, who was game for climbing the tower of St Mary’s for some brushes with aggressive birds and stunning views.
Oooh, there’s a castle.
Let’s go pubbing, starting with the Ypres Castle.
Wikipedia gives a motley collection of “People of Rye”, including Tom Baker, Radclyffe Hall, the Cheeky Girls and Spike Milligan. I’d have liked to have been in a pub with them at the same time, probably the Ypres Castle, the big draw after the ancient Mermaid.”
This Jeff Bell’s gaff, but frankly it’s the team I’ve raved about here. They’re a credit to his skills as a landlord, producing a professional but friendly atmosphere I though was hard to beat.
Some people are interested in beer, of course.
3 pints, all NBSS 4 or above. Mrs RM and Paul loved it.
The Waterworks was the newbie in GBG20, more a small craft bar than a basic micro.
We were lucky/unlucky to catch it on a Friday night. On the upside it was packed with all human (well, Rye) life and the beer was great; on the downside I think we had to sit on the knees of a couple from Hamburg.
The Globe was EVEN smarter.
If you’re a Pashmina Pauline (or Paul, sexist) you may well love the Globe, which feels like the charcuterie department from Fortnum Mason has been stuck in a traditional weather boarded pub with the bench seating ripped out.
There’s a lot more to Rye of course, but if you’ve an hour I suggest 2 pints in the Ypres, a jog up the tower, and calamari and chips from Marino’s. Just save the chips till after the jog.