You left us in the car park of the Spotted Dog in Penshurst, which I’ve captured here in black and white to show you what it looked like in its 1950s hey day before colour ruined things.
Parking at a pub had the massive advantage of an on-site loo.
But the real highlight here is the walk in the morning; watch her go !
Our lunchtime target was just underneath the M25. In fact, you could even add it to my unique “Pub Walks from Clacket Lane Services” series of blog posts.
Westerham Brewery have moved to a posh site just outside the village that housing a wine shop, deli and a little running stream that necessitated a further queue for the loo. I bought a loaf and small portion of cheese for later that somehow came to £76.18 (approx). Anyone who’s been to Faversham will know the feeling.
But my distress at the price of (smelly) cheese was as nought compared to the embarrassment of having to book a slot at Westerham Brewery.
No booking, no tick. I hate myself.
Outside seating, too, though the inside is pretty much the shop.
I like striding up to the bar, flashing my CAMRA Gold card for the 20p discounts, and licking the handpumps. But since you can’t do that, I’m not THAT bothered about using an app to order; it gives Mrs RM a chance to laugh at my IT skills.
But “Have you got the app ?” was the ONLY conversation I heard in the hour, and I could sense the gentlefolk wilting as they struggled to log on to WiFi, download the app and set up an account with card details to buy a half.
“I’d have been to the bar, drunk my half, and left by 12:02” I told Mrs RM, who sighed.
Joy of joys, plastic/not plastic glasses too, and over-chilled flat beers called Bulldog.
“This beer’s off !” said Mrs RM, who couldn’t work out how to take it back via app, and so decided instead shed enjoy mine and get me to drive.
A soundtrack of The Eagles and high-pitched Pashminas screeching. The mussels and chips and meatballs from the van were good though.
I loved it.