November 2024. Cambridge. After visiting Mum in Addenbrookes, I needed a long, long, chilly walk. Oh, and a pint in the Kingston, one of the Mill Road Run’s yo-yo pubs. Don’t pubs look gorgeous at dusk ? The Kingston only re-opened a year ago, and though the price list isn’t completely accurate, the pub itself… Continue reading BASS IN THE KINGSTON ARMS. THE MORE YOU DRINK, THE BETTER IT GETS
Month: November 2024
THE BRIGHT SIDE OF THE SUN
November 2024. Waterbeach. On the Wednesday morning, just as I was heading down to Rye to see Mrs RM for the first time in a fortnight, Mum had a fall in the bathroom. No bones broken, but immobile. Fifteen calls and five hours sat in a parked ambulance outside Addenbrookes* later, Mum was in a… Continue reading THE BRIGHT SIDE OF THE SUN
YOUR CUT-OUT-AND-KEEP PUB GUIDE TO CAMBRIDGE NORTH STATION
November 2024. Cambridge. Leaving the Rose & Crown with blog material on a newish pub in the bag and two strong pints in my tummy, I suddenly realised I’d now have to walk all the way back to Waterbeach as dark descended. And there’s no direct buses back from Histon to Waterbeach, despite it’s esteemed… Continue reading YOUR CUT-OUT-AND-KEEP PUB GUIDE TO CAMBRIDGE NORTH STATION
A PINT OF PROMETHEUS AT THE END OF THE ROMAN ROAD TO HISTON.
November 2024. Histon. So far in November, it’s been 20 days in Waterbeach, 2 in Rye with Mrs RM, and a single night in Sheffield, marked laughably as “Home” on my Google map. At least I get to see Dad in his care home in the ‘Beach, and he’d only recently been reminiscing about the… Continue reading A PINT OF PROMETHEUS AT THE END OF THE ROMAN ROAD TO HISTON.
FROM 1066 TO 1698
November 2024. Rye Harbour. We got back from Battle just in time to park up at our caravan in Rye Harbour and catch last food orders at the William the Conqueror. Just as it took me decades to find Hastings and Bridlington Old Towns, so it was 2022 before Mrs RM stumbled on the old… Continue reading FROM 1066 TO 1698
LET BATTLE COMMENCE
November 2024. Battle. Sussex. I wanted to use “1066 and all that” as my title, but best save that for an actual visit to Battle pubs, rather than this fleeting stop on the way back from the White Horse to Rye to give Mrs RM some blog material. I’d been tempted to stop for lunch… Continue reading LET BATTLE COMMENCE
EAVESDROPPING ON BANTER IN BODLE STREET GREEN
November 2024. Bodle Street Green. East Sussex. Mrs RM jumped at the chance to tick the White Horse Inn; 5 minutes from where she used to visit her aunt in historic Herstmonceux, a photo opportunity in Battle, and an attractive looking GBG debutant in the unlikely sounding Bodle Street Green (pop. not many). looking little… Continue reading EAVESDROPPING ON BANTER IN BODLE STREET GREEN
OUT OF THE BEER GUIDE, BUT THE FIRE AT HASTINGS F.I.L.O. STILL BURNS BRIGHT
November 2024. Hastings. Let’s break our journey back from Eastbourne to Rye in the jewel of the Sussex coast (sorry Worthing). In fairness, a 40 minute gap between trains made a walk into the Old Town obligatory, particularly as Google said I couldn’t make it to the First In First Out and back in 40… Continue reading OUT OF THE BEER GUIDE, BUT THE FIRE AT HASTINGS F.I.L.O. STILL BURNS BRIGHT
“I like my ice cream in a cone, not in my beer*”
November 2024. Eastbourne. One last leg of the Eastbourne explorer now, as I tick the Art Deco Italian gelateria and craft beer with ice cream infusions bar. Just east of the pier, Famoso is my memory of that promenade from years ago, though I also thought I’d had Harvey’s in a pub called the Armada… Continue reading “I like my ice cream in a cone, not in my beer*”
EAST-BOURNE AGAIN ?
November 2024. Eastbourne. With an hour till GBG newbie No. 2 opens, a short break from pubs as I take a look at the fortunes of East Sussex’s retirement town. I’d nipped in the Towner, where the exterior was better than a gallery with a single free (un-ticketed) gallery, and left inside 15 minutes. Being… Continue reading EAST-BOURNE AGAIN ?
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