I guess this post is 2001 AD (Anywherebutcambridgewill Do). A lovely day to be beside the seaside at Herne Bay. Note how lesser blogs merely make pubs look like they’re leaning; I make the whole of the North Kent coast slope. Now, Herne Bay is a rather overlooked little resort, the Clacton or Filey of… Continue reading HERNE BAY HEY-DAY
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LET’S ALL MEET UP AT THE POST 2,000
Yes, WordPress just reminded me this will be my 2,000th post. It’ll be 2,500 once I’ve written up BRAPA’s visit to the Angel in Ramsey. As you know I’m a big advocate of tradition, and tradition dictates a landmark post is exciting, topical and memorable. Luckily, the Tyler’s Kiln a mile north of Kent University… Continue reading LET’S ALL MEET UP AT THE POST 2,000
(TONBRIDGE) ANGELS WITH DIRTY OVERALLS
Don’t worry Paul, it’s not the Foresters in Tonbridge; I’m saving that visit up for a special occasion. But he’ll know the derivation of the Angels in the title, and he’ll know the Fleur de Lis in Leigh (almost poetic), having beat me to the blog last year. Shamefully, I’d never heard of it, despite… Continue reading (TONBRIDGE) ANGELS WITH DIRTY OVERALLS
BUMPING INTO HIGH TABLES IN WEST MALLING
I’d been bracing myself for Kent‘s fresh onslaught of micro madness in the new GBG, bringing with it high tables, horrific opening hours and pickled eggs. (And those are the fun bits). But I had been looking forward to re-exploring West Malling, a posh village on the edge of Maidstone noted for the fine… Continue reading BUMPING INTO HIGH TABLES IN WEST MALLING
FOLLOWING THE RULES IN DOVER
Oddly, perhaps, Matt was quite keen to see the white cliffs of Dover before his gig. I’d had the best view from the train whizzing back from Folkestone. “It’s a bit daggy” he said of the town when we caught up at the Maison Dieu. And I guess he’s right. “Look at the cuddly… Continue reading FOLLOWING THE RULES IN DOVER
A FOLKESTONE FLYER
In lovely Dover, we parked up in the Bluebell, an exemplary Guest House in a less than exemplary area on the Folkestone Road. As the view from the bedroom window shows. While Mrs RM and Matt recovered from Punk IPA/Salted caramel fudge cake respectively, I took the Dover Priory train to Folkestone. Just a flying… Continue reading A FOLKESTONE FLYER
FAVERSHAM FEEDING FRENZY
Next stop Dover for Matt’s post-hardcore gig, and a chance to evaluate the state of preparations for Britain’s latest car park (aka the M26). Oddly, Google Maps then sent us via the M2, forcing a late change in GBG-driven lunch plans. Ah, Faversham. Underrated as a pub destination due to some folk’s preference for Harvey’s… Continue reading FAVERSHAM FEEDING FRENZY
NO CASK AT DOVER PORT
The internet is rubbish down in Dover, so here’s a short post courtesy of Spoons WiFi. My mushroom benedict in the Eight Bells is the blue dot below. We’re in Dover for our One Day Only heatwave, and a night of what the kids call “metal core” in a new venue converted from the old… Continue reading NO CASK AT DOVER PORT
SCOTCH EGGS, CINQUE PORTS
15 minutes walk from station to micro. 15 seconds from micro to Proper Pub. And that’s only because I stopped to take a photo of the hardware shop. The Cinque Port Arms is a solid looking house, though the use of the “C” world is always a bit worrying. And inside it’s a little… Continue reading SCOTCH EGGS, CINQUE PORTS
OH, THOSE WACKY MICRO PUB NAMES !
You may find this hard to believe but I was nearly 10 before I saw the seaside, a combination of fear of a flat earth, and horse and traps on a go slow on the A10 making journeys from Waterbeach to Hunstanton or Cromer impractical. Nowadays, nearly all the new entries seem to pepper the… Continue reading OH, THOSE WACKY MICRO PUB NAMES !
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