“You can’t rush Guinness, can you ?”

June 2023. Winchelsea. Mrs RM has enjoyed her time down in Rye Harbour, tidying up the caravan, contemplating her next bottle of Shepherd Neame 1698, and contemplating possibly engaging in some twitching at the nature reserve. The harbour is heaving with gentlefolk in beige, armed with binoculars, heading for the hides. Twitter seems to have… Continue reading “You can’t rush Guinness, can you ?”