November 2024. West Hythe. Kent. Always satisfying to tick a rural Kent pub before the plague, pestilence and damnation about to be inflicted on us according to the Daily Mail. And what a gorgeous, crisp Autumn day to visit a microbrewery tap said no-one ever. A tap by the river canal, in what is technically… Continue reading HOP FUZZ, HYTHE BUZZ
Month: December 2024
A TRIBUTE TO, AND IN, DENTON’S JACKDAW
November 2024. Denton. Kent. A few days down in Rye, perfect for a slow mop-up of Kent GBG entries, which, by law, MUST include one in Ramsgate and one is a remote Downs village only Kentish Paul and Pauline have heard of. This year that village is Denton, as far removed from its namesake in… Continue reading A TRIBUTE TO, AND IN, DENTON’S JACKDAW
THE SHIP REDEEMED
November 2024. Rye. A lunchtime crawl in Rye timed to end just before the 14:53 back to the harbour; I’d wanted to introduce Mrs RM to the singular joys of the Hope Anchor hotel, but signs saying “NO HARVEY’S” and “NO GUINNESS” rather put off even the least fussy drinkers (us). So we headed down… Continue reading THE SHIP REDEEMED
MINT ! A WALK ROUND RYE
November 2024. Rye. Time for a breather, 20 minutes walk from The Mint away from the pubs, time for a bit of culture. In 2016, cult (sure that’s the word) pub blogger Retired Martin titled his post “Rye – The Well of Low NBSS“, a play on Radclyffe Hall’s finest work*, and scandalously failed to… Continue reading MINT ! A WALK ROUND RYE
“No problemo, brother”
November 2024. Rye. A few days in Rye Harbour with Mrs RM, starting with a rather unwise but welcome ESB and Bishop’s Finger to kick off the afternoon. Mrs RM had also taken the £2 bus in from the caravan park, but was determined not to get ****** after last week, and she so nearly… Continue reading “No problemo, brother”
THE CINQUE PORTS
November 2024. Rye. Just like Red on the night before Andy escaped from Shawshank, my rail journey from St Pancras onto Ashford was fraught with anxiety. I only seemed to have one bit of card. Where (oh where) was my return ticket to Waterbeach ? Would I be stranded in Rye with Mrs RM forever… Continue reading THE CINQUE PORTS
WHAT WOULD BRAPA DO ?
November 2024. King’s Cross Station. Mum came home from Addenbrookes, for a second time in a month, with “reablement” carers popping in four times a day to oversee her rehab. I sensed all she wanted was peace and quiet and a Chinese takeaway. I also sensed I needed to pop off and see Mrs RM… Continue reading WHAT WOULD BRAPA DO ?
ALL THE PUBS IN THE MANCHESTER BEER BOOK – NORTHERN MONK REFECTORY
November 2024. Manchester. Yes, a third “tick” in the Mancunian beer book in an evening ! This one is the closest to Matt’s flat a minute’s walk from Piccadilly and 25 from the Etihad, which sounds like the perfect place to be in your early 20s. Rather than Milton. I get my True North (they… Continue reading ALL THE PUBS IN THE MANCHESTER BEER BOOK – NORTHERN MONK REFECTORY
ALL THE PUBS IN THE MANCHESTER BEER BOOK – THE CITY ARMS
November 2024. Manchester. Three hours till kick-off on Tuesday night, what on earth do you do in a rainy Manchester to kill the time ? Good idea. I’d actually fancied visiting Mulligans, the “Irish pub” in the Matthew Curtis book, but Matt reckoned it would be packed with Feyenoord fans happy paying £8 for Guinness,… Continue reading ALL THE PUBS IN THE MANCHESTER BEER BOOK – THE CITY ARMS
ALL THE PUBS IN THE MANCHESTER BEER BOOK – THE GREY HORSE
November 2024. Manchester. Last Tuesday saw ward C4 still under quarantine due to an infection outbreak, and Mum no closer to a discharge, honourable or otherwise, from Addenbrookes. I took my opportunity; driving back to Sheffield to check the house was still there, turning the boiler back on, doing a round of laundry, then hopped… Continue reading ALL THE PUBS IN THE MANCHESTER BEER BOOK – THE GREY HORSE
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