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October 2026. Rye Harbour.

We’re staying in our Rye Harbour caravan while we sort out the in-laws care packages; at least we know what we’re doing this time.

My first day back in Rye coincided with a break in the relentless sunshine that has plagued us all year. Typical. A good base to blog about Kent, and Sussex, and London isn’t that far away.

Despite the relentless cost increases Rye itself has survived the slow death of pubs relatively unscathed so far. The grey balloon shapes mainly denote the closure of club, rather than pubs.

And five minutes from our holiday park we’ve seen the unexpected resurrection of the Inkerman Arms, closed since 2020 (not sure what happened that year).

The harbour has a holiday park bar with Bee Gees tributes (keg), a Sheps dining pub (still cask but the 1698 in bottles for Mrs RM), a social club with a Long Man pump, and now sees the return of a free house famed for fish suppers that seems reluctant to ditch its Greene King sign.

Young folk running it, friendly and cheery, lots of potential.

We popped in on a quiet Tuesday when the weekend casks had just gone off,

and had a pint of hazy Camden with some excellent fish and chips.

It’s a small single roomer that I hoped would get busier at the weekend, and when I popped in last night the trade was certainly there for at least one pump.

Long Man Blonde is moving towards ubiquity down here, and it’s a reliable pint, tasty (if a tad thin).  I think Mrs RM would happily drink here with the decently priced pub grub.

Review of “Heroes” tonight coming up. Possibly.