retiredmartin

December 2025. Tankerton. Whitstable.

Finally we come to the end of our Whitstable overnighter, ignoring the call of the seafood bistros in favour of the Tesco Express yards from our campervan in Tankerton.

See ! I can do Christmas (reluctantly).

“That looks nice. Let’s go in there” says Mrs RM, who’s on a roll (or is it cob ?) now.

In truth, I always intended nipping in the GBG Tankerton Arms, if only because I have no recollection of my tick here.

“Oh noes, not ANOTHER identikit Kent micro !” I can almost hear Mudgie (or Paul Mudge) saying.

But though “pokey” it’s also cosy and with a range of seating,

and the Kent Pale (NBSS 4) and Malbec (brewery unknown) seem bargain priced.

Perhaps it’s Happy Hour; it’s certainly a happy pub,

and as it’s someone’s birthday we get a piece of happy cake.

Well, he was happy before we ate him.