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
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SUPPING SUSSEX IN THE SWAN
November 2025. Lewes. Back from Newhaven to Lewes for a fourth new GBG tick by 3pm. Four in the bag so early in the week used to set me up for those 20 pub weeks that BRAPA knocks off on the way to Beer Guide glory, but in 2025 I don’t have that stress anymore.… Continue reading SUPPING SUSSEX IN THE SWAN
A HARVEY’S OLD IN NEWHAVEN
November 2025. Newhaven. East Sussex. There’s a lot of dashing around at the moment, multiple rail journeys planned, some mobile tickets, some you have to print out (why ?) and then you miss your train. And on the trip from Brighton to Lewes (patience) on Monday it suddenly occurred to me I could actually make… Continue reading A HARVEY’S OLD IN NEWHAVEN
MEAT RAFFLE, 10 PINTS OF FOSTERS, BABIES AND OLD BOYS, A STONE ROSES OBSESSION. LYDD’S FIRST GBG ENTRY WANTS TO BE ADORED
November 2025. Lydd. Kent. What’s that bit of land a few miles east of Romney Marsh ? “Boulogne” something something ? A small Channel Island presumably. Probably sells Butcombe, must investigate*. Just as I got to investigate Lydd (pop. 6,567) on Saturday, as it (remarkably) makes the Beer Guide for the first ever, and now… Continue reading MEAT RAFFLE, 10 PINTS OF FOSTERS, BABIES AND OLD BOYS, A STONE ROSES OBSESSION. LYDD’S FIRST GBG ENTRY WANTS TO BE ADORED
THE UBIQUITOUS HARVEY’S
November 2025. Rye. I’d almost overdone it on that first visit to the Ypres on my return to Rye (not the only one, apparently), and it was unfortunate that I had exactly 32 minutes till the bus back to our caravan park, which is exactly the time needed for a last pint. Yes, yes, I… Continue reading THE UBIQUITOUS HARVEY’S
THE OLD SHADES, SW1
October 2025. Whitehall. London. While I sat in the Admiralty I scribbled down a few notes, mainly about queuing tourists and naff modern pop, but also “another week another two (2) London pubs two minutes apart“. Should have been 30 seconds to the Old Shades, but something in the space/time dimension where WC2 becomes SW1… Continue reading THE OLD SHADES, SW1
HARVEY’S DRINKING WELL AT THE IVY HOUSE
April 2025. Tonbridge. Another weekend down in Kent with the in-laws. They’re better company now than they were in 1992 when they almost didn’t show up at our wedding (Catholic stuff, don’t ask). Arriving at 9pm we parked the campervan up by the castle, near the shop with Dylan vinyl (£15 !), and hit the… Continue reading HARVEY’S DRINKING WELL AT THE IVY HOUSE
ON THE ROCKS – HARVEY’S AT MOUNT EDGCUMBE
January 2024. Royal Tunbridge Wells. I told you in that last post that Southborough only has a pub and a Chinese takeaway (and, to be fair, the Weald of Kent) to commend it. I lied. Rusbridge Family Bakery will sell you a Coronation Chicken roll, posh crisps, and a large Eccles cake for under a… Continue reading ON THE ROCKS – HARVEY’S AT MOUNT EDGCUMBE
THE PUNCH AND JUDY
Christmas Eve 2023. Tonbridge. An impromptu Christmas Eve crawl with the lads reached its crescendo (?) as we headed back to the Tonbridge Premier Inn for an early night ahead of “Ordeal by Turkey”. So on leaving the Station we resisted the undoubted charms of the Constitutional Club (Abbot, I think). But, on turning the… Continue reading THE PUNCH AND JUDY
LAMBERHURST – FOAMING JUGS, EFFUSIVE WELCOME, 60p OF MISUNDERSTANDING
September 2023. Lamberhurst, Tunbridge Wells. Weeks have taken on a fairly consistent shape in recent months. Weekends spent with my parents in Waterbeach attending to shopping, doctors appointments and Chung Hwa collections, followed by trips to Mrs RM’s Mum and Dad in Tunbridge Well to try and get my father-in-law back on his feet. We… Continue reading LAMBERHURST – FOAMING JUGS, EFFUSIVE WELCOME, 60p OF MISUNDERSTANDING
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