A TALE OF TWO MICROS – (ii) SITTINGBOURNE

If “A Tale Of Two Cities” is about Rochester and Sittingbourne (SPOILER : It isn’t), then Sittingbourne ISN’T Paris. Few folk in rural Kent have ever looked at a map and thought “Oooh, lets head to Sheerness, stopping for cress sandwiches in Gillingham and a micropub in Sittingbourne“. That’s their loss. It’s long High Street… Continue reading A TALE OF TWO MICROS – (ii) SITTINGBOURNE

A TALE OF TWO MICROS – (i) ROCHESTER

Yes, I’m in Kent aka Microland for a weekend, hoping the GBG entries will honour their Facebook opening times but knowing (spoiler) that they won’t. I always enjoy the Medway towns, the land of Dickens and the lesser known Digger, 2 of the greatest Britons. Sadly Dickens World was rubbish and was closed with a… Continue reading A TALE OF TWO MICROS – (i) ROCHESTER

THE BUTCHER’S HOOK – NO MORE A THORNBURY IN MY SIDE

Mrs RM is winding down her IT gigs a bit so she can spend more time winding me up (joking, joking). On our first joint trip away in months we headed to Gloucestershire, coincidentally home to my final 4 Guide ticks in that intriguing county. Back in the Olden Days when people travelled to go… Continue reading THE BUTCHER’S HOOK – NO MORE A THORNBURY IN MY SIDE

“You went all the way to Whitby and all you brought me back was an empty chip box !”

Oh, and some pictures of micropubs. One of them is in the railway station; it took me AGES to find it. Whitby was heaving on Sunday. “The busiest place I’ve seen since St Ives at Easter or York’s Shambles” I wrote in 2016, and it still holds. Perhaps Andover will acquire such heights of popularity now BRAPA… Continue reading “You went all the way to Whitby and all you brought me back was an empty chip box !”