December 2025. Rye Harbour. Back in Rye from Waterbeach last Sunday, stunned at the news that Peter had died, I spent the next day writing about Mudgie and reading tributes to the man. Mrs RM had enjoyed his company on his last Proper Day Out in Atherstone and was equally shocked. Everyone seemed to be… Continue reading A PINT FOR MUDGIE
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THE 18:48 FROM RYE IS CANCELLED
November 2025. Rye. “At least the trains from Rye are reliable” I tell Mrs RM, as I head for the bus into town to start my latest 3:15 hour rail trip north (Sheffield not Waterbeach this time). “18:48 cancelled” flashes the sign, followed by an excuse that roughly translates to “can’t be bothered. So, a… Continue reading THE 18:48 FROM RYE IS CANCELLED
MRS RM IS UNABLE TO WALK PAST RYE’S QUEEN’S HEAD. IT’S A GOOD DECISION
November 2025. Rye, Odd to think we’ve had a caravan in Rye Harbour for 3 years and I hadn’t been to all the town pubs before this last week. Heading back to Landgate from the Globe, Mrs RM had stopped a few yards short, staring at the Queen’s Head, about which I knew nothing. “What’s… Continue reading MRS RM IS UNABLE TO WALK PAST RYE’S QUEEN’S HEAD. IT’S A GOOD DECISION
A MODERATE MASTER BREW IN RYE HARBOUR
November 2025. Rye Harbour. One of the BIG questions, along with “Why ?” and “Would you like some wine Mrs RM ?“, is “Can you get a good Shepherd Neame beer anywhere ?“. Well, I’ve not found it in a generation, and the Sheps managed houses (including the nice looking one near the in-laws) seem… Continue reading A MODERATE MASTER BREW IN RYE HARBOUR
THE CINQUE PORTS
November 2024. Rye. Just like Red on the night before Andy escaped from Shawshank, my rail journey from St Pancras onto Ashford was fraught with anxiety. I only seemed to have one bit of card. Where (oh where) was my return ticket to Waterbeach ? Would I be stranded in Rye with Mrs RM forever… Continue reading THE CINQUE PORTS
ITALIAN TOURISTS TAKE THEIR BEER BACK BECAUSE IT’S TOO WARM
June 2023. Rye. On the Sunday we’d taken a cheeky self-guided tour of Rye’s Mermaid, and the George, which competes for the title of oldest inn/most gentlefolk in one sitting. Feeling guilty about nipping in the (posh) loo without buying a drink*, I walked back to the George the next day. Simon is staying close… Continue reading ITALIAN TOURISTS TAKE THEIR BEER BACK BECAUSE IT’S TOO WARM
BACK TO THE YPRES, THEN
June 2023. Rye. I’d planned to meet up with Mrs RM and Faversham Friend for lunch in the centre of Rye, and reckoned the beer garden of the Ypres Castle was the obvious choice. If nothing else, the views to the Castle, from any approach, are pretty much unmatched. Due to what we call “unforeseen… Continue reading BACK TO THE YPRES, THEN
A RYE-T OLD TIME
Jun 2023. Rye. Sunday in Rye. Mrs RM met a friend from Faversham; I set off on foot early to test out the culture pubs. You can walk from the harbour through the extensive nature reserve, one of the best in the UK. If I run out of pubs and churches to tick, I’ll identify… Continue reading A RYE-T OLD TIME
A TRIP TO THE WATERWORKS
June 2023. Rye. A year ago I was in manic mode, in a mad dash to finish the Beer Guide before events (dear boy) made completion far more tricky. In 2023 I’m in more leisurely mode, basing ourselves in Rye for most of June so we can tick attend to octogenarian parents and do the… Continue reading A TRIP TO THE WATERWORKS
“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 ?”
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