We woke in Dereham, refreshed by 8 hours sleep only interrupted by 3 re-fillings of the, er, milk bottle.
Baa Baa had kept watch all night, warding off the strange six-fingered creatures who stalk the Brecks, before Stage 2 of the road trip.
Kentish Paul knows this journey well, and will be staggered to learn we did it in 2 hours 40, despite the now inevitable rubbish driving at Dartford.
Parental duties done, we booked a night in the car park of the Spotted Dog in Penshurst. Ah, but what’s that, a few miles
east west ?
Edenbridge, the Lymm of the South, famed for its ancient church, beamed houses, quaint pubs and the New Order Tattoo shop.
Mrs RM is getting a Bizarre Love Triangle tatt.
And a great stone bridge that is a bit of a let down if you’ve ever walked over the Brooklyn version.
It’s deserted at 6pm on Saturday, and you wonder how Edenbridge (pop 7,808) justifies TWO railway stations when Leigh (Lancs) has NONE.
Leigh doesn’t have its own symphonic metal band, either. Before you press Play on the video below, be warned it sounds like the 1997 Estonian Eurovision entry.
The Moment Is Now (ha ! to bring you my second new GBG tick of 2021.
As you’ll know, a “town” in England is defined by the presence of a micropub, and the Secret Cask has rescued West Kent with a fine example, for now offering takeaway beer to be enjoyed outside the premises.
We enjoyed a super-chilled Pig & Porter (not a euphemism, Russ) in plastic glass on the pavement (top), which has more grass than some beer gardens I’ve been to this week.
Half a dozen folk our age joined us to debate RTAs and drinking in Bahrain, which made it feel like a micropub experience even though we weren’t ACTUALLY in a micropub.
It was all a bit surreal, but as BRAPA will know a tick’s a tick.