SO, WHAT DID BRAPA MISS IN THE HORSE & GROOM ?

November 2026. St. Leonards-on-Sea. East Sussex. I’ve been down in Rye for a few days before Dad’s funeral, taking father-in-law to East Grinstead for scans and generally dealing with masses of paperwork. With Kent and East Sussex Beer Guide chapters complete, it would have been nice to get in a West Sussex tick or two,… Continue reading SO, WHAT DID BRAPA MISS IN THE HORSE & GROOM ?

BUGGLES v WALLABIES AT THE INKERMAN

November 2026. Rye Harbour. If you’re noticing a lack of spark in these recent posts you’re not alone. And it’s not just the strain of planning funerals and care packages; frankly the repetition of travel between Sheffield, Cambridge, Tunbridge Wells and Rye dulls the brain. I’d give anything at the moment to be in (checks… Continue reading BUGGLES v WALLABIES AT THE INKERMAN

SINGALONGA SWINTON

November 2026. Swinton. Greater Manchester. 12 minutes out from Manchester Victoria lies Swinton in the city of Salford. Wiki says “Historically in Lancashire, for centuries Swinton was a hamlet in the township of Worsley, parish of Eccles and hundred of Salfordshire (a clearly made-up place)“. An unheralded town of 22,931 souls, notable for Holt boozers,… Continue reading SINGALONGA SWINTON

BLUE SOURS, WHITE STOUT. IT CAN ONLY BE SHAKESPEARE’S

October 2026. Sheffield. You know where Sheffield is. And you probably know where Shakespeare’s is by now, tucked halfway on the pub tourist route between Kelham Island and the Tap and the Rutland, not far from the Emergency Services Museum. It’s not the best pub in Sheffield, but it might be the one I’d recommend… Continue reading BLUE SOURS, WHITE STOUT. IT CAN ONLY BE SHAKESPEARE’S

ON A DAY WHEN YOU REALLY NEED TO FEEL NORMAL, WE HEAD TO THE GLOBE

October 2026. Rye. Dad’s death sent me into action mode on Monday morning. Meeting care home staff who’d come to love his smile over 2 years, contacting funeral directors, letting relatives know and urgently clearing out a rather spartan room and taking four bin bags of clothes to recycling, leaving one of photos to sort… Continue reading ON A DAY WHEN YOU REALLY NEED TO FEEL NORMAL, WE HEAD TO THE GLOBE

MORE MORE MORE MORE. WORTHING MICROS

October 2026. West Worthing. West Sussex. That map extract is home to my four fabulous Thursday ticks, but careful planning almost unravelled as the train from Littlehampton approached West Worthing and the guard woke me from my snooze. “A REMINDER. If you’re getting off here you need to be in the front SIX coaches. This… Continue reading MORE MORE MORE MORE. WORTHING MICROS

THE LAST OF THE 2026 SPOONS BEER FESTIVAL IN LITTLEHAMPTON

October 2026. Littlehampton. West Sussex. I see Simon is off ticking Cheshire via rail replacement buses due to Storm Boelo this morning. He really is a trooper, six pubs a day, whatever the weather. I walked to the Rye Harbour bus stop just now, asked ChatGPT the odds on a smooth trip to Hayward’s Heath,… Continue reading THE LAST OF THE 2026 SPOONS BEER FESTIVAL IN LITTLEHAMPTON