June 2023. Winchelsea. A walk in the June heat around WinChelsea, two words rarely seen in the same sentence since Lampard took over. It’s a mini-Rye, a town on a hill with a pub and a church and some ruins. You can walk its streets in 10 minutes, but the lanes south of town to… Continue reading “I told you I was ill”
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“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 ?”
WINCHELSEA – I TOLD YOU IT HAD A HILL
April 2023. Rye is a great base for pubs in all directions (except south. No idea what’s south), and has wonderful walks west through the nature reserve to Winchelsea. One lesser-known footpath takes you through fields full of pebbles, past the meteorite that flattened the nascent East Sussex micropub movement in 1478. The ducks took… Continue reading WINCHELSEA – I TOLD YOU IT HAD A HILL
WINCHELSEA BEACH’S MYSTERIOUS PUB 31
Back in July, deep in the heart of the rush to Guide completion, I was wasting time and effort visiting NON-GBG pubs, like an unprofessional ticker. It’s Mrs RM’s fault. She insisted we explore the joys of Winchelsea, a mini-Rye about which I and the GBG know nothing. The road to Winchelsea along the coast… Continue reading WINCHELSEA BEACH’S MYSTERIOUS PUB 31
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