FABULOUS FAVERSHAM PART 1

Definitely onto the short posts now, but as it’s nearly my birthday (22/12) my attention is wandering.

December 2025. Faversham.

Mrs RM was determined to wake up somewhere exciting on her **th birthday this week (actual age only available to Patronised readers), and as Carluke was too far we settled on Faversham, an hour away.

I even stumped up £53 (ouch) for a newish Premier Inn, 10 minutes walk from town.

I was only here a year ago, campervanning in the car park, but sometimes you have to pander to your wife. As Kentish Paul knows.

It’s a gorgeous little town,

but what is there to do ?

At the rail underpass I stopped to take a shot of the former George, prompting a local to solemnly declare it closed.

Mate, it’s been closed for 56 years ! I silently despise people who keep the inn sign up outside their private residence (nearly always in Kent), a bit like a big game hunter displaying a lion it’s shot. (“Look ! I killed this pub !”).

We stopped at the Spoons, a lovely building,

inside and out,

so Mrs RM could do an actual plan of action and stick blue markers on Google maps.

Sadly, the museum was closed, it being a day with a “y” in it, so our options were basically “walk slowly, get annoyed because we’ve lost each other and take photos“.

In fairness, it’s a highly photogenic town, well pedestrianised and with enough gentlefolk trade to support a raft of independent shops.

A few micropubs, including one that is always closed, and a couple of record shops, with Sir Bob Geldof celebrated in the town where he lives.

50 years of the Boomtown Rats, who to a 14 year old seemed like the biggest group in the world. But then I heard Saxon for the first time.

Anyway, nearly at Ashford. More later.

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Retired NHS, doing long walks around UK and the world to record the great bits. Focused on Good Beer Guide pubs and live music.

9 thoughts on “FABULOUS FAVERSHAM PART 1”

      1. Perhaps less irritating than actual pubs, which keep the historic pub sign including the brewery, but whose beers they no longer sell.

        I was spoken to as if a fool, for asking for a pint of Pedigree in a pub with a Marston’s sign at Aberthin once.

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  2. Up to a point, Etu. If it’s a beer that you can still get, like Marston’s, I totally agree. Old defunct breweries are another matter. They’re part of history.

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  4. “Mrs RM was determined to wake up somewhere exciting on her **th birthday this week (actual age only available to Patronised readers)”

    I would never ask a lady her age!

    “I was only here a year ago, campervanning in the car park, but sometimes you have to pander to your wife. As Kentish Paul knows.”

    As we ALL know!
    (and yes, I saw Paul’s ‘hospital food quip’; may have to give that a ‘slow golf clap)

    “I silently despise people who keep the inn sign up outside their private residence (nearly always in Kent), a bit like a big game hunter displaying a lion it’s shot. (“Look ! I killed this pub !”).”

    Bloody hell! Also, good burn!

    “We stopped at the Spoons, a lovely building,”

    (looks down)
    Did they run out of the letter ‘o’ for the signage?

    “inside and out,”

    Ooh. A nice, long, bar.

    “so Mrs RM could do an actual plan of action and stick blue markers on Google maps.”

    (looks down)
    For some reason, I’m humming ‘Blue on Blue’, sung by Bobby Vinton.

    “Sadly, the museum was closed, it being a day with a “y” in it,”

    A bit like an overzealous librarian who doesn’t like anyone actually reading the books.

    “and a couple of record shops, with Sir Bob Geldof celebrated in the town where he lives.”

    (looks down)
    The dead rat at the bottom of the album is a nice touch.

    “Anyway, nearly at Ashford. More later.”

    If it’s not the next one in queue, I’ll probably be a few weeks in getting to it.

    Cheers

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