FINALLY ! AN UNSCUFFED HARVEY’S GLASS. THE MARINER, FOLKESTONE

December 2025. Folkestone. Kent. Leaving Folkestone Harbour Arm, with its scary giant seagulls that look like they’ve escaped from Squid Games, we suddenly find it’s nearly half three, the Golden Hour for photos before dusk. Time for a trip along The Stade, replete with souvenirs from the feral Ultras of South London visiting Folkestone Victoria.… Continue reading FINALLY ! AN UNSCUFFED HARVEY’S GLASS. THE MARINER, FOLKESTONE

“FOLKESTONE IS AN ART SCHOOL”

December 2025. Folkestone. Kent. Mrs RM is planning a series of posts on the Kent coast, which by her definition starts at Rochester and skips Gillingham on the way to Whitstable and beyond. Gravesend will have something to say about that. “We should go to Folkestone, only an hour.” I said. “You won’t recognise it“.… Continue reading “FOLKESTONE IS AN ART SCHOOL”

GUESS THE PUB GOES TO THE BOTTOM OF THE LEAGUE

Ah, but WHICH league ? And is being bottom bad ? Another easy one for you today. Russ will still have no idea, perhaps he should start a “Guess the Moose” blog. Nice aerial view from Bing Maps. Is it a pile of unused GBG21s ? Our mystery town is a favourite of RM for… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB GOES TO THE BOTTOM OF THE LEAGUE