January 2024. Royal Tunbridge Wells.
On Monday morning the snow fell in the Weald of Kent, rather scuppering any plans to take my Father-in-Law out for a drive to Lewes.
Shockingly, despite having a Conservative MP, the Government was, as usual, passive in their response to this crisis;
Mrs RM was working on her blog, a bit like I “work” on mine, so I took a walk out through the Common into town.
Top reader and commenter Paul just recalled getting lost on that expanse of woodland between the station and Mount Edgcumbe, and I can sympathise.
Pretty though, and there’s treasures at the foot of the hill.
In town I researched this year’s opera at the Spoons.
£30 a ticket isn’t bad, but do you need to dress up ? Paul will know.
I had a vague idea of revisiting the Royal Oak at the top of Calverley Park, which had certainly caught the best of the white stuff.
But I thought I’d save that joy for Mrs RM, and headed back up the hill for the money shot.
Actually, the really picturesque shots are of the posh hotels, like the Royal.
And pubs like the Beau Nash.
Tucked down a little lane behind the Royal Wells, it’s hard to think of a more alluring pub at dusk.
Somehow, dear reader, I resisted it. This time.
retiredmartin 
I wish Beau Nash could have inspired the name of a 70s guitar-based rock band.
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Bone ash used in bone china is traditionally made from cattle bones calcined to 1000 degrees centigrade and milled to a fine particle size.
It is a privileged calling to be able to pass on such jewels of knowledge.
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It is we who are privileged indeed, Reg.
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I rather liked the Beau Nash Tavern when I visited Tunbridge Wells.
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My poached egg this morning was the best this week, Mudge
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Beau Nash has the best pub quiz I’ve ever been to
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Did you win?
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