September 2023. Tonbridge. Three competing priorities at the moment; elderly family, cross-checking the new GBG, and keeping the blog up-to-date. I’m sure there’s other things to do like the garden but they can wait. So excuse the brevity of these posts, though I guess with Angela Rippon on Strictly Antique Bake-off you’ve got better things… Continue reading QUEUEING IN TONBRIDGE SPOONS
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“Jug or straight ?”. For once, I make the WRONG choice in Tonbridge.
September 2023. Tonbridge (not Royal). Three (3) posts from the self-proclaimed Garden of England on a Tuesday night when Tonbridge suddenly made sense. Mrs RM and I have felt exhausted on our return from attending to parents, and that’s as much to do with being confined indoors and missing out on our 20,000 steps as… Continue reading “Jug or straight ?”. For once, I make the WRONG choice in Tonbridge.
“mind your head”. Too late, Man of Kent.
One of the “bonuses” of the caravan in Rye is we get to visit the in-laws, about 30 miles up the A21 near Tonbridge/Royal Tunbridge Wells. 11th November 2022. The most challenging aspect of visits to the Spencers used to be actually getting out of the house, as the key to the locked door was… Continue reading “mind your head”. Too late, Man of Kent.
A TONBRIDGE TOTTER
By a HUGE stroke of luck Kentish Paul was able to avoid me when I visited Tonbridge. It’s actually almost impossible for us to meet up when we do visit in-laws, as I have to sneak out when they’re asleep and then finding the key is a challenge. But having failed to tick new Guide… Continue reading A TONBRIDGE TOTTER
I’M WEALD, WEALD GONE
5th February 2020 Our favourite Kentish blogger Paul Bailey is doing a great job avoiding me (or it the other way round ?). First a trip to Dundee when I joined Mrs RM in Tonbridge last month, and now my flying visit to Charcott coincides with his Welsh funeral. We’ll probably catch up somewhere weird… Continue reading I’M WEALD, WEALD GONE
retiredmartin’s DAY OFF IN TONBRIDGE
My last Kent Guide pub, in lovely Tonbridge. I would have done this on Christmas Day but apparently it’s not the Done Thing to leave the table before the Christmas pudding to tick a pub. #PoliteSociety. Five minutes walk from Tonbridge station, the Foresters is a rare tick in what is becoming quite a pubby… Continue reading retiredmartin’s DAY OFF IN TONBRIDGE
BOUGH BEECH BEAUTIES
Another one Paul will know, one stop (Penshurst) up the line and then a brisk walk. Never heard of Bough Beech either, though clearly the well-to-do diners of west Kent and visitors to the National Trust honeypots of Chartwell and Emmetts know where to get their Prosciutto di San Daniele and Fricassee of woodland mushrooms.… Continue reading BOUGH BEECH BEAUTIES
(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
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