June 2023. Forest Row, East Sussex. “I’d go for it before just about any other beer” wrote the Stafford Mudgie of Harrvey’s Sussex, in my post about a rather dull, thin pint of Lewes’ finest. And I’d agree with Paul, if it wasn’t for the frequency with which the Harvey’s appears to be put in… Continue reading THIS is what Harvey’s should taste like, then.
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A TRIP TO THE WATERWORKS
June 2023. Rye. A year ago I was in manic mode, in a mad dash to finish the Beer Guide before events (dear boy) made completion far more tricky. In 2023 I’m in more leisurely mode, basing ourselves in Rye for most of June so we can tick attend to octogenarian parents and do the… Continue reading A TRIP TO THE WATERWORKS
HASTINGS OLD TOWN – A SLIGHT RETURN
June 2023. Hastings. Mrs RM is enjoying her walk in the flat lands of the Sussex coast more than her walks up the hills of Sheffield. Should have stayed in Waterbeach. We ended a gorgeous couple of hours in St. Leonards-Hastings in the Old Town, where the neo-classical facades of Pelham Crescent tower above bingo… Continue reading HASTINGS OLD TOWN – A SLIGHT RETURN
GROYNING THE DOTS IN ST LEONARDS
June 2023. St. Leonards. Reader “Alan” seemed surprised you can get from London to Rye in a little over an hour, providing you don’t eat for a week to fund the Southeastern leg of the journey, and it’s certainly been fascinating to see how many Londoners have been visiting the east Sussex coast these last… Continue reading GROYNING THE DOTS IN ST LEONARDS
BACK TO £5 A PINT SUSSEX
June 2023. Hawkhurst. The Google travel map for June is going to be fun; a series of trips from Sheffield to Waterbeach to Rye and back again. Repeat. Returning from “home” to the caravan park at Rye the day after that pint of Moretti I found myself in need of some Harvey’s. Which is odd,… Continue reading BACK TO £5 A PINT SUSSEX
“I told you I was ill”
June 2023. Winchelsea. A walk in the June heat around WinChelsea, two words rarely seen in the same sentence since Lampard took over. It’s a mini-Rye, a town on a hill with a pub and a church and some ruins. You can walk its streets in 10 minutes, but the lanes south of town to… Continue reading “I told you I was ill”
“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 ?”
AN ULTRA-QUICK TICK IN SOUTHWICK
April 2023. Staying in Rye gives you access to the joys of the English south coast, with access to new pubs at Brighton a mere 90 minutes away, if you can fathom the train timetable with its weird 10 minute step-back-in-time at Hampden Park (not Sussex). Regular readers will recall I was at Southwick just… Continue reading AN ULTRA-QUICK TICK IN SOUTHWICK
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)
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