January 2026. Three Oaks. East Sussex. Mrs RM has been manically “improving” her blog, waiting for the next parental crisis. She’s a perfectionist; I guess that why she chose me to marry. Monday saw me in need of fresh air and a pub after a day of relentless drizzle in Rye Harbour, so I jogged… Continue reading IS THERE MORE TO THREE OAKS THAN A PUB ?
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TOP 100 PUBS – CINQUE PORTS ARMS, HASTINGS
January 2026. Hastings. Look at those blue “P” markers above. Four (4) of them in Hastings Old Town alone (and a fifth, the Havelock, in New Town). Two of those a hundred yards apart in All Saints Street, a triumph of unexpected detail that would only be improved by getting shot of all the vehicles.… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – CINQUE PORTS ARMS, HASTINGS
ALL THE PUBS IN RYE. THE GLOBE INN MARSH
November 2025. Rye. The usual routine. 2 days in Waterbeach, leave a bag of washing in the garage for pick up later, pack light for trip to Rye via London. I cannot believe how much luggage folk drag around the capital. 22 minutes between trains.at Kings Cross St Pancras. You’ll recognise the lure of this… Continue reading ALL THE PUBS IN RYE. THE GLOBE INN MARSH
MAN OF KENT. OR KENTISH MAN ?
November 2025. Tonbridge. There’s five (5) Tonbridge entries in the Good Beer Guide this year. Southwold has none (0), Stafford only has three. One of those is the very beery Nelson Arms, one’s a Spoons, one is the upmarket craft/cask/toastie gem that is Fuggles. Mrs RM, after a challenging day, wanted that stodge-fest of a… Continue reading MAN OF KENT. OR KENTISH MAN ?
GATECRASHING A 60th BIRTHDAY IN TONBRIDGE
November 2025. Tonbridge. A day attending to the in-laws of Royal Tunbridge Wells, where it transpires all Michael wants is a front row seat at the Assembly Hall, listening to a sombre piece about Anne Frank performed by his own choral society. It’s less fun than Rosie, I’ll say that. While the in-laws stay at… Continue reading GATECRASHING A 60th BIRTHDAY IN TONBRIDGE
ALLOTMENTS AND PUB DESERTS. A HIGH BROOMS WANDER
April 2025. Royal Tunbridge Wells. I’ve been spending more days in Tunbridge Wells than at any time since I asked Michael for Mrs RM’s hand in marriage. Since completing the GBG the desperate urge to shoot off from Southborough has eased a bit, but I’m still mentally unable to sit on a sofa in a… Continue reading ALLOTMENTS AND PUB DESERTS. A HIGH BROOMS WANDER
THE BEAU NASH, ROYAL TUNBRIDGE WELLS – FINE AND DANDY
March 2025. Royal Tunbridge Wells. A year ago, I was still taking Dad out to pubs regularly, his (and mum’s) weekly little respite. Now it’s my Father-in-law, a sprightly 86 year old who lives for our trips down to Kent and pints of Harvey’s. In truth, he’d been hoping from something more exciting than a… Continue reading THE BEAU NASH, ROYAL TUNBRIDGE WELLS – FINE AND DANDY
A SYMPHONY IN BROWN – THE ROYAL OAK, ROYAL TUNBRIDGE WELLS
January 2024. Royal Tunbridge Wells. Plenty of opportunities to revisit the Wells while helping my Father-in-Law recuperate, but the last of the Tunbridge GBG entries had eluded me till now, despite being the most “Proper” of all the Guide entries. The Royal Oak looks a suburban grown-ups pub, and indeed it is. perhaps more of… Continue reading A SYMPHONY IN BROWN – THE ROYAL OAK, ROYAL TUNBRIDGE WELLS
TOP 100 PUBS – THE GROVE, ROYAL TUNBRIDGE WELLS
September 2023. Royal Tunbridge Wells. I’ll let you into a secret. I’m much more likely to award coveted status if I can’t think of a title for a blog post, and the only one that sprang to mind was “RESERVED FOR THE DOG” (read on). Monday night, after a day of doctors appointments and pill… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – THE GROVE, ROYAL TUNBRIDGE WELLS
THIS is what Harvey’s should taste like, then.
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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