A disappointing long weekend in Kent in some ways, with little open on the Monday, but it ended on a high in Maidstone. As all things must.
Maidstone lost the battle to NOT be the administrative centre for Kent, and the centre carries the scare of the worst excesses of 1960s town planning (see also : Ashford, Gillingham, Sittingbourne etc etc). Did ANYTHING good come out of the ’60s ? (apart from me).
But in parts it’s very attractive.
And I’m sure that Peugeot garage overlooking the River Len (what ?) will make a lovely Brunning & Price, something Maidstone sorely lacks.
Approaching from Middle Row (the one where they put the dustbins) I found myself entering a little cafe where I looked stupidly for handpumps before realising I’d taken the wrong back door. Re-entering via the front door gave you a real local’s pub run by Rockin Robin, so I petulantly went for the Old Dairy (NBSS 3) anyway.
I bet Pauline hasn’t been in here, but if she does she can take some photos for me. I was too scared.
As I left (via the front), I found the door locked, and a local had to come and open up for me. They locked it after I left. Were they expecting a visit from BRAPA ?