WINCHELSEA – I TOLD YOU IT HAD A HILL

April 2023. Rye is a great base for pubs in all directions (except south. No idea what’s south), and has wonderful walks west through the nature reserve to Winchelsea. One lesser-known footpath takes you through fields full of pebbles, past the meteorite that flattened the nascent East Sussex micropub movement in 1478. The ducks took… Continue reading WINCHELSEA – I TOLD YOU IT HAD A HILL

BONDING OVER ROQUITO PEPPERS IN BRITAIN’S SMALLEST TOWN

April 2023. I’d got my two Canterbury ticks in the bag by lunchtime (a lamb samosa); perhaps I’d stop and explore an unsung Kent town like Ashford Chartham on the way back to Rye. The train left Sturry from Platform 1 at 13:32. It was now 12:27. I spotted Platform 1 across the line and… Continue reading BONDING OVER ROQUITO PEPPERS IN BRITAIN’S SMALLEST TOWN

“Presented to the bat & trap team of The Golden Lion by the Grand Association of Fun Kings 12th July 1969”.

April 2023. No hurry, here’s Sturry. That would have been the best title. 10 minutes out of Canterbury, we arrive in the land of weatherboards and lamb samosa (£1.20, 20% up on a year ago). Broad Oak has its own heading in the GBG so I guess it’s a bit more than a suburb of… Continue reading “Presented to the bat & trap team of The Golden Lion by the Grand Association of Fun Kings 12th July 1969”.

Seven (7) Italian tourists, all asking for tasters.

April 2023. You left me at Canterbury, heading towards the Bell & Crown for an ultra-rare tick in an increasingly charming but touristy Cathedral city. Somewhat surprisingly, Cathedral’s GBG entries have been quite earthy over the years, solid back street boozers called “Dolphin” and “Unicorn” and “Thomas Tallis”. The Bell & Crown wears its ancient… Continue reading Seven (7) Italian tourists, all asking for tasters.

IT’S ALL ABOUT THE WELCOME, AND THE GOODBYE, IN THE OSWALDTWISTLE VAULTS

April 23. Oswaldtwistle looked rather lovely when I left the White Bull just after nine. Not spooky at all, that view from the campervan, though I’d tragically left Baa Baa Toure in Sheffield and felt a bit vulnerable. And a bit hungry, after staring at the gastro menu in the Bull. Luckily ‘Twistle isn’t short… Continue reading IT’S ALL ABOUT THE WELCOME, AND THE GOODBYE, IN THE OSWALDTWISTLE VAULTS

WHERE THE **** IS KNUZDEN ?

April 2023. In my dotage, I imagine I’ll re-read my own blog and reminisce about the magic night when I slept in my campervan in Oswaldtwistle (pronounced Os-twit). Oswaldtwistle is the mysterious land between Blackburn and Accrington best known for the eponymous Mills visited by coachloads of gentlefolks on the lookout for fragrant candles and… Continue reading WHERE THE **** IS KNUZDEN ?