On Day 4 of the Great Southern Saunter we left Newhaven to regroup in Southampton. One stop on route, to tick the tricky Cormorant on Portchester. I do like a new place to explore with my tick, and Portchester in the posh bit of Pompey ticks that box. At the end of the road leading… Continue reading POSH POMPEY, ACROSS THE WATER
Month: January 2022
FLYING FISH, NEWHAVEN. A CRACKER.
Back at Newhaven Premier Inn I considered my ticking options. I’d fancied a 90 minutes trip east to visit 3 pubs in Hastings and Bexhill, but Mrs RM reckoned we should do something local. Local ! NOT in the Beer Guide ? What, like the Brewer’s Fayre next door ? Calm down, calm down. There… Continue reading FLYING FISH, NEWHAVEN. A CRACKER.
WEST SUSSEX HAS FALLEN IN EAST GRINSTEAD
On the Friday we collected the campervan, which had been cold and lonely overnight in Horsham, and were given long, immediately forgotten instructions about straps. To celebrate, we popped into East Grinstead on the way back to Newhaven, allowing me to complete West Sussex GBG entries for another year at the Engine Room. I’d been… Continue reading WEST SUSSEX HAS FALLEN IN EAST GRINSTEAD
QUEUEING ! IN PUBS !!!
A week ago I had to leave Mrs RM in the luxurious Newhaven Premier Inn while I did the hard yards ticking West Sussex. You won’t believe the planning that goes into these trips. TWO (2) train changes on the way to Portslade, the Cheadle of the South. You won’t believe how filthy those Southern… Continue reading QUEUEING ! IN PUBS !!!
CAKES AND ALE IN NEWHAVEN
Days 2-3 of the Great Sussex Saunter take us to Newhaven (pop. 12,232). Mrs RM needed somewhere to work from which would have irritatingly inconsistent WiFi coverage so I picked Premier Inn. As cheap as they’ve been for years at the moment (£35) AND the Newhaven one had a Doom Bar pump visible in the… Continue reading CAKES AND ALE IN NEWHAVEN
EAVESDROPPING ON HOUSE HUNTERS IN HOLMBURY ST. MARY
Yes, finally, the report has been cleared by our lawyers and I can bring you unexpurgated details of our trip into Hurtwood Forest and Mrs RM will just have to face the consequences of wearing inappropriate footwear that morning that meant the extent of our walking was a trip to the Royal Oak. We’d parked… Continue reading EAVESDROPPING ON HOUSE HUNTERS IN HOLMBURY ST. MARY
NOT ‘ANGING AROUND IN ANGMERING
5 minutes on the train back from Worthing and I jumped off at mysterious Angmering. It’s an anagram of Ring Angme, a 12th century Sussex mystic, apparently. Well, it’s not as mysterious as Sompting or Ferring, and the aerial shot says “built up suburban area next to pebbly beach“. Two new micro ticks, each 20… Continue reading NOT ‘ANGING AROUND IN ANGMERING
“I LOVE YOUR LOO”
Wednesday night in Worthing. Another 25 minute slog from the Cricketers to the Fox & Finch. BRAPA would have taken a taxi, but then he’s made of money. Or Colin is. The first Worthing micro of the night. The town has the best of the breed, and the worst. That’s why I rarely lump 2… Continue reading “I LOVE YOUR LOO”
OLD MAN
Well, this was good. The Cricketers in Worthing’s Broadwater suburb, which sounds very edgy but turns out to be as edgy as Petts Green or Heaton Chapel. On the 25 minute stretch from the Brewhouse & Kitchen I pass prep schools, a cemetery, a Domino’s, and have to waiting about 4 hours for trains to… Continue reading OLD MAN
“YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE TICKING” SAYS WORTHING
These next few posts are a bit dull. Which is fine, because so is Worthing. But never mind the quality, feel the ticks. A massive FIVE (5), newbies, and one (1) of them isn’t a micropub, which is an error Adur CAMRA may need to investigate but is surely a Covid issue. No other town… Continue reading “YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE TICKING” SAYS WORTHING
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