“You can’t rush Guinness, can you ?”

June 2023. Winchelsea. Mrs RM has enjoyed her time down in Rye Harbour, tidying up the caravan, contemplating her next bottle of Shepherd Neame 1698, and contemplating possibly engaging in some twitching at the nature reserve. The harbour is heaving with gentlefolk in beige, armed with binoculars, heading for the hides. Twitter seems to have… Continue reading “You can’t rush Guinness, can you ?”

WINCHELSEA – I TOLD YOU IT HAD A HILL

April 2023. Rye is a great base for pubs in all directions (except south. No idea what’s south), and has wonderful walks west through the nature reserve to Winchelsea. One lesser-known footpath takes you through fields full of pebbles, past the meteorite that flattened the nascent East Sussex micropub movement in 1478. The ducks took… Continue reading WINCHELSEA – I TOLD YOU IT HAD A HILL

DYMCHURCH DELIVERS THE DOOM BAR (AND THE ALPACA SOCKS)

18th November 2022. Another GBG23 tick, a Kentish single calmly collected like Chris Tavaré compiling a patient 18* while all around him go mad with the marker pen/bat. Back to Dymchurch, which had let me down the week before (not their fault). But before Hidden Treasure, we sneaked a visit to Alpaca Annies, where Mrs… Continue reading DYMCHURCH DELIVERS THE DOOM BAR (AND THE ALPACA SOCKS)

THE STAR IN THE EAST (OF SUSSEX)

“What skills or lessons have you learned recently?” asks Word Press this morning, as an unwanted prompt for a blogger with writer’s block. The only lesson you need ever learn is “Don’t take the A57 in the snow“. The other lesson is, of course, NEVER believe a micropub’s opening times. The Hidden Treasure in Dymchurch… Continue reading THE STAR IN THE EAST (OF SUSSEX)