January 2026. Markbeech. Kent. A last new GBG entry ticked in Kent, not too far from either Kentish Paul or the in-laws. Sadly, a flying visit to the Kentish Horse at Markbeech, only a mile or so from the legendary Queen’s Arms at Cowden Pound. It’s also barely half an hour’s walk from Cowden station,… Continue reading NO LARKIN ABOUT, IT’S THE KENTISH HORSE, MARKBEECH
Month: January 2026
A MORE SOBER RETURN TO THE PIPEMAKERS
January 2025. Rye. The trains in Rye are fairly reliable; one an hour to Ashford or Eastbourne. Buses are less reliable (like I’m surprised); the number 313 back to our caravan timed to depart just before the train arrives, or not arrive at all. So my options are a) wait 40 minutes in the cold,… Continue reading A MORE SOBER RETURN TO THE PIPEMAKERS
IS THERE MORE TO THREE OAKS THAN A PUB ?
January 2026. Three Oaks. East Sussex. Mrs RM has been manically “improving” her blog, waiting for the next parental crisis. She’s a perfectionist; I guess that why she chose me to marry. Monday saw me in need of fresh air and a pub after a day of relentless drizzle in Rye Harbour, so I jogged… Continue reading IS THERE MORE TO THREE OAKS THAN A PUB ?
AN AMATEUR ERROR IN EAST HOATHLY
January 2026. East Hoathly. East Sussex. We’ve finally shut down our caravan in Rye Harbour (Home 3) afer an extended winter stay. The water pipes had frozen over Christmas, but thankfully hadn’t burst. Sheffield gets the snow; Rye gets the bitter chill. Mrs RM was anxious that I completed those tricky South-Eastern GBG chapters before… Continue reading AN AMATEUR ERROR IN EAST HOATHLY
PALACE MELTDOWN IN TULSE HILL
January 2026. Tulse Hill. London. Leaving Streatham Spoons I became aware of something big happening in the FA Cup. Macclesfield (no longer Robbie Savage’s Macc) of the 6th division had just taken a 2-nil lead against the Cup holders, cheating Crystal Palace. And I was definitely heading into Palace territory as I walked the backstreets… Continue reading PALACE MELTDOWN IN TULSE HILL
ANOTHER HOBGOBLIN IN STREATHAM
January 2026. Streatham. London Dad got the full ambulance treatment on Friday night, but made such a miraculous recovery overnight that I felt confident about trekking back to Rye the next morning. 90 year olds have incredible bouncebackability. Time for a couple of London pubs ? Half an hour and £8 from St Pancras brings… Continue reading ANOTHER HOBGOBLIN IN STREATHAM
TIM TAYLOR TAKEOVER AT THE SUN
January 2026. Waterbeach. Thursday brought the threat of snow to Sheffield, so after one night shivering (broken boiler) I was pleased to catch the first train back to Waterbeach to see Dad (not at his best), and do my bit in the fight against Dryanuary. I head right to the lounge. “It’s warmer to the… Continue reading TIM TAYLOR TAKEOVER AT THE SUN
PORT STREET, TONY’S PIES AND A POINT
January 2026. Manchester. A “dry” night in Manchester isn’t complete without a second pint on the way to the match, Port Street Beer House getting its annual visit on the basis you can see it from the Head of Steam. I really should like PSBH more; it’s quirky, friendly, encourages a mixed crowd, and the… Continue reading PORT STREET, TONY’S PIES AND A POINT
NEW IN MANCHESTER. THE HEAD OF STEAM
January 2025. Manchester. Wednesday brings a train from Rye to Ashford, and then to St Pancras (no pub stop), on to Sheffield (where the boiler has frozen), and off to Manchester for City v Brighton, whose fans have had a similar journey. I’m also here for an overdue cut from Matt in Chinatown’s Helvete, during… Continue reading NEW IN MANCHESTER. THE HEAD OF STEAM
YOUR FRIEND IN DIFFICULT TIMES
An excellent read, as always, from Boak and Bailey about the state of the pub this week. I recommend reading this BlueSky thread; The comments reflect on the vital role of the pub as a social space, something very much on my mind this morning. I didn’t really talk about “life” in my 2025 reviews,… Continue reading YOUR FRIEND IN DIFFICULT TIMES
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