October 2026. West Tarring. Worthing. The lack of young, female pub tickers is a matter of concern in our society, but then women aren’t generally as fascinated by maps in the same way as blokes, having been forced to read cookery books rather than OS maps in school. Many has been the hour Si and… Continue reading PINTS UNDER THE WATNEY’S RED LIGHT IN TARRING
Month: October 2026
I’D WALK A MILLION MILES FOR ONE OF YOUR SMILES
I drove up from Rye to Waterbeach yesterday for my weekly catch-up with Dad in his care home, finding him uncharacteristically asleep without finishing his Sunday roast and an attractive looking sponge pudding and custard. He never woke up, and died (“promoted to glory”) peacefully late last night at 91, only a few hours after… Continue reading I’D WALK A MILLION MILES FOR ONE OF YOUR SMILES
MORE MORE MORE MORE. WORTHING MICROS
October 2026. West Worthing. West Sussex. That map extract is home to my four fabulous Thursday ticks, but careful planning almost unravelled as the train from Littlehampton approached West Worthing and the guard woke me from my snooze. “A REMINDER. If you’re getting off here you need to be in the front SIX coaches. This… Continue reading MORE MORE MORE MORE. WORTHING MICROS
THE LAST OF THE 2026 SPOONS BEER FESTIVAL IN LITTLEHAMPTON
October 2026. Littlehampton. West Sussex. I see Simon is off ticking Cheshire via rail replacement buses due to Storm Boelo this morning. He really is a trooper, six pubs a day, whatever the weather. I walked to the Rye Harbour bus stop just now, asked ChatGPT the odds on a smooth trip to Hayward’s Heath,… Continue reading THE LAST OF THE 2026 SPOONS BEER FESTIVAL IN LITTLEHAMPTON
EPIC RAIL JOURNEYS OF THE WORLD. RYE TO FORD
October 2026. Rye (East Sussex) to Ford (West Sussex). Simon’s blog is always a great read, a tale of derring-do, parental love and indomitable livers, if not bladders. Such has been the ferocity of his pub ticking that the Chronicles of BRAPA are some way behind (I also got massively behind in my GBG completion… Continue reading EPIC RAIL JOURNEYS OF THE WORLD. RYE TO FORD
NEVER MIND THE BAYEUX TAPESTRY, COME AND ADMIRE THE HAVELOCK PUB MURALS
October 2026. Hastings. East Sussex. My big shopping day in Hastings comprised; two pink Stabilo Boss markers, a pack of TePe interdental brushes, a comb, a five pack of Primark boxers (pic available to Patronised readers etc) and an order for a new pair of AI glasses. Yes, AI glasses, which I presume will tell… Continue reading NEVER MIND THE BAYEUX TAPESTRY, COME AND ADMIRE THE HAVELOCK PUB MURALS
RETIRED MARTIN GOES SHOPPING IN HASTINGS
October 2026. Hastings. East Sussex. The six hour trek down from Sheffield to Rye Harbour continued on Monday with a check-in on Dad and his former next door neighbour (and cousin*) Mick, who’s just joined him in the care home. I was keen to see if they’d recognise each other after two years apart, but… Continue reading RETIRED MARTIN GOES SHOPPING IN HASTINGS
WHEN A PINT OF HAWKSTONE IS YOUR ONLY MAN
October 2026. Thaxted. Essex. And finally in Thaxted, time for tea, after admiring the almshouses one last time. I’d walked the bounds, hoping one of these half-timbered beauties had a Chinese menu pinned to the wall, but intensive investigation found “only” an Indian restaurant, so Thaxted can’t be considered a real town. It also loses… Continue reading WHEN A PINT OF HAWKSTONE IS YOUR ONLY MAN
HELLOWEEN. THE MAYPOLE, THAXTED
October 2026. Thaxted. Essex. With apologies to Lana, who shares my views on Halloween (I detest all celebrations of specific days to be honest), I have to bring you the Maypole in Thaxted. Since I’m here for the night and have saved £63.10 on my accommodation budget, I feel morally obliged to DO Thaxted properly… Continue reading HELLOWEEN. THE MAYPOLE, THAXTED
“PICKY BITS”. THE SWAN, THAXTED
October 2026. Thaxted. Essex. A Sunday night in a campervan in small-but-perfectly-formed Thaxted, staying yards from an actual GBG newbie in the Swan. I’d have ticked John Webb’s Windmill (where the Giddy Up Bar is marked) as well, but the current restoration project rather scuppered my view. Luckily, there’s a picture of what it did… Continue reading “PICKY BITS”. THE SWAN, THAXTED
