
January 2026. Tenterden.

I remembered it’s 2026 this time, after labelling the last one December ’25. Good job we don’t write cheques anymore.
Mrs RM is busy “refining” her blog, but I did get her out from Rye (we’re attending to in-laws again) to explore posh Tenterden, half an hour north and 50 years into the past.

That’s not fair, Tenterden isn’t that old-fashioned,

they’ve even got one of those chain Lounge places, quite impressive for a town of 8,186 souls.

Prosperous looking rather than pretty (more Epping than Saffron Walden), it’s as busy a small town as I’ve seen in a while, swarming with gentlefolk on a Tuesday lunchtime, despite the threat of snow.

The pubs and cafes look busy, almost as if folk haven’t read the memo about no-one going to pubs anymore, though I note the last GBG entry I visited here has reverted to a Thai restaurant.

Taunting us, Tamarind Thai still has the GBG25 sticker up that This Ancient Boro left. Mind you, that pub replaced a Chinese restaurant and there’s a sense that Weald folk value restaurants over pubs.
No idea how busy St Mildred’s is.

I’m disappointed that Mr Taylor’s Drink Emporium is shut,

though I’m guessing there’s not a hidden Bass pump.
The Woolpack seems to have changed colour dramatically since it was in the Guide a decade ago;

you can be the judge whether that’s an improvement or not.

While we’re here, I may as well pop back to the Old Dairy, tucked behind the steam trains,

in an attractive old Nissen hut.

Assuming you like Nissen huts.
In 2022 I arrived at 10am to find the first hour of service was devoted to line cleaning, and was forced to have a bottle beer (ugh), so nice to get a proper tick.
The Old Dairy is a classy place,

with a big board of what looks like all the Kent micros, including a 0.5% Lakedown for Mrs RM to resume her forensic testing of no/lo beers.

That, and a half of Blue Top (NBSS 3.5), were impressive, but the black coffee is the star.

I refuse to entertain any questions about the origin of those Old Dairy beers.
Ha! We had an ex-old dairy brewers reunion down there after the tax man caught up with the brewery. Nice place and nice people.
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Is The Woolpack trying to pretend that it is in Suffolk.
Also Old Dairy Brewery owed astonishing amounts to HMRC. I can’t imagine how it was allowed to happen.
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Yes, 88% of Woolpacks must be in rural Suffolk, and the onther one is in Emmerdale.
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I subbed to Chris’s blog a while back but have not seen any updates. Hmmm. Will try again.
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I thought “who’s Chris” as I’ve never called her that in 33 years of marriage !
Her latest post is below; they’re more travel guide than diary, but seem to be getting a lot of interest.
https://onesmallbag.com/bucharest-to-transylvania-by-public-transport/
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It would be very odd if we didn’t have pet names in a marriage. Actually Hong Kongers don’t understand terms of endearment – dear, darling, lovey, meduck and such confuse them. Well, it did the ones in my last church.
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Try explaining “Meduck” to your American readers !
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What do they call each other. I only use first names, and I’ve clearly been using the wrong one for my wife ;-0
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