November 2024. Ramsgate. And the hits just keep on coming. You can’t really justify going all the way from Rye to Ramsgate for a lone pint, and the Montefiore, ticked a decade ago, is one of those pubs I want to go back to on every return to this great town. Tucked a few yards… Continue reading ALL THE PUBS IN RAMSGATE No. 2 – MONTEFIORE ARMS
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ALL THE PUBS IN RAMSGATE. No. 1 – THE HONEYSUCKLE INN
November 2024. Ramsgate. Another GBG year, another new Guide pub for Remarkable Ramsgate. “You’re joking – not another one!” says Brenda Mrs RM, who decides an afternoon in the caravan drinking discounted North Brewing cans beats Ramsgate in the rain. But I love Ramsgate, so much I’ve decided to start a mini-series on the pubs,… Continue reading ALL THE PUBS IN RAMSGATE. No. 1 – THE HONEYSUCKLE INN
DUNGENESS
November 2024. Dungeness. Plenty of undiscovered Kent and Sussex coast to explore from the base of Mrs RM’s Rye caravan; never been to Lydd. And oddly, until Saturday we’d failed to make it to Dungeness, which holds a strange place in the English psyche due to remoteness, the rolling (?) marsh, a desolate but beautiful… Continue reading DUNGENESS
HOP FUZZ, HYTHE BUZZ
November 2024. West Hythe. Kent. Always satisfying to tick a rural Kent pub before the plague, pestilence and damnation about to be inflicted on us according to the Daily Mail. And what a gorgeous, crisp Autumn day to visit a microbrewery tap said no-one ever. A tap by the river canal, in what is technically… Continue reading HOP FUZZ, HYTHE BUZZ
A TRIBUTE TO, AND IN, DENTON’S JACKDAW
November 2024. Denton. Kent. A few days down in Rye, perfect for a slow mop-up of Kent GBG entries, which, by law, MUST include one in Ramsgate and one is a remote Downs village only Kentish Paul and Pauline have heard of. This year that village is Denton, as far removed from its namesake in… Continue reading A TRIBUTE TO, AND IN, DENTON’S JACKDAW
THE SHIP REDEEMED
November 2024. Rye. A lunchtime crawl in Rye timed to end just before the 14:53 back to the harbour; I’d wanted to introduce Mrs RM to the singular joys of the Hope Anchor hotel, but signs saying “NO HARVEY’S” and “NO GUINNESS” rather put off even the least fussy drinkers (us). So we headed down… Continue reading THE SHIP REDEEMED
MINT ! A WALK ROUND RYE
November 2024. Rye. Time for a breather, 20 minutes walk from The Mint away from the pubs, time for a bit of culture. In 2016, cult (sure that’s the word) pub blogger Retired Martin titled his post “Rye – The Well of Low NBSS“, a play on Radclyffe Hall’s finest work*, and scandalously failed to… Continue reading MINT ! A WALK ROUND RYE
“No problemo, brother”
November 2024. Rye. A few days in Rye Harbour with Mrs RM, starting with a rather unwise but welcome ESB and Bishop’s Finger to kick off the afternoon. Mrs RM had also taken the £2 bus in from the caravan park, but was determined not to get ****** after last week, and she so nearly… Continue reading “No problemo, brother”
THE CINQUE PORTS
November 2024. Rye. Just like Red on the night before Andy escaped from Shawshank, my rail journey from St Pancras onto Ashford was fraught with anxiety. I only seemed to have one bit of card. Where (oh where) was my return ticket to Waterbeach ? Would I be stranded in Rye with Mrs RM forever… Continue reading THE CINQUE PORTS
WHAT WOULD BRAPA DO ?
November 2024. King’s Cross Station. Mum came home from Addenbrookes, for a second time in a month, with “reablement” carers popping in four times a day to oversee her rehab. I sensed all she wanted was peace and quiet and a Chinese takeaway. I also sensed I needed to pop off and see Mrs RM… Continue reading WHAT WOULD BRAPA DO ?
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