December 2025. Folkestone. Kent. Lots of pubs in Folkestone to revisit, but the two Harbour taps that interest me (Floc and Iron Pier) don’t open till later in the week, and they’re certainly not on the itinerary for the CAMRA Defenders of the Cask Faith crawl on Saturday. But that list reminds me that, away… Continue reading FUTURE FOLKESTONE FROLICS
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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”
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAKE IN TANKERTON
December 2025. Tankerton. Whitstable. Finally we come to the end of our Whitstable overnighter, ignoring the call of the seafood bistros in favour of the Tesco Express yards from our campervan in Tankerton. See ! I can do Christmas (reluctantly). “That looks nice. Let’s go in there” says Mrs RM, who’s on a roll (or… Continue reading HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAKE IN TANKERTON
OYSTER BEDS
December 2025. Folkestone. Leaving the Old Neptune, and the glorious sunset Mrs RM had just missed, we headed over seashells and pebbles towards Whitstable’s oyster beds. I’ll eat (and drink) anything, but I doubt oysters could match those we had in Lisbon last year. You wondered where Bob the Builder got his dress sense from.… Continue reading OYSTER BEDS
SUNSET OVER THE OLD NEPTUNE
December 2025. Whitstable. I’d only been gone those 67 minutes in Sittingbourne, leaving Mrs RM in Whitstable Spoons to do what Spoons are there for; recharge your phone, use the free Wi-Fi, pop to the loo, and drink unlimited coffee (but not hot chocolate). But the photo she sent as I headed back to the… Continue reading SUNSET OVER THE OLD NEPTUNE
MRS RM SITS OUT SITTINGBOURNE IN SPOONS
December 2025. Whitstable. “Sittingbourne !!! Why on EARTH would I want to go there ?” said Mrs RM, crossing the road to Whitstable Spoons. And so I left her to charge her phone in the Peter Cushing while I nipped to the Park Tavern on the train. Whitstable is a gorgeous town, though of course… Continue reading MRS RM SITS OUT SITTINGBOURNE IN SPOONS
THE PARK TAVERN, SITTINGBOURNE. AN OLD MUDGIE SORT OF PUB
December 2025. Sittingbourne. Back to my campervan overnighter in Whitstable last week, as I leave Mrs RM in the glamour of the Spoons and nip off to Sittingbourne to tick the sort of new GBG entry our Mudgie would appreciate. He did like his historic towns, though perhaps Sittingbourne would have appealed less. In fact,… Continue reading THE PARK TAVERN, SITTINGBOURNE. AN OLD MUDGIE SORT OF PUB
ALL SHIP SHAPE AT THE SHIP CENTURION
December 2025. Whitstable. A Proper Day in Whitstable must include oysters and beer and pashmina shops and pebbles on the beach. Mrs RM fancied something “authentic” but the seafood restaurants were both expensive and fussy looking, and you don’t really come to the Kent coast for curry. Oh, here’s an idea… The Ship Centurion is… Continue reading ALL SHIP SHAPE AT THE SHIP CENTURION
TANKERTON SLOPES
December 2025, Tankerton. Kent. A short break from pubs as Mrs RM and I head to North Kent. Don’t worry, it’s the posh bit, we’re not savages. Six (6) posts coming up from Whitstable, with a night in Tankerton, where the MoHos were circling. None of those is ours, which is a small, incognito (apart… Continue reading TANKERTON SLOPES
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