October 2026. The Strand. London. Two hours between trains in London was enough for a couple of ticks in Aldgate and Charing Cross, but really life these days is more about the smiling child on the Circle Line than the cask in Charing Cross. Note the local artwork depicting the chopping down of trees in 1294 to...

October 2026. Aldgate. London. Quite a contrast between the tower of Rye and the towers of the City of London. I let the train take the strain (they can have that slogan for free) between Rye and Sheffield, but split the advance fare in two to get a couple of hours ticking in London. With odd things happening in...

October 2026. Rye. East Sussex. The six minute bus ride from Rye Harbour into town costs a curious £2.90, which is just the level at which you’ll consider striding hobbling along the footpath instead, taking in the bucolic views of the oil refinery. There’s a very pretty walk through the nature reserve into Rye, but...

October 2026. Swalecliffe. Kent. An evening in London, then a visit to see Dad in Waterbeach, where Sunnyside is aquiring new thatch, a quick drop-in to the in-laws in Kent, then back to the coast at Rye. It never stops. And then back up to the north Kent coast to complete another section of the Beer Guide, tucked...

October 2026. Borough. London. Last Sunday’s mini-crawl in London concludes with a walk throught Bermondsey, where I resist a detour to the Sussex Best in the Royal Oak (since I’m down in Harveys Land for a while, anyway), admire a bit of St George the Martyr and Little Dorrit, which sounds like the sort of...

October 2026. Bermondsey. South-east London. A real tourist walk up next, past the Tower, and the bridge that was sold in error to Americans but proved too expensive to send via Amazon. Don’t those buildings look quaint when you look back from the Thames ? You used to be able to see St Paul’s, you know. New GBG tick...

October 2026. East London. Heading, or at least hobbling, towards the Tower of London and an intriguing GBG27 newbie. This is Tandleman Southern HQ territory, and the Princess of Prussia is apparently close to his flat decorated in Dumbarton FC colours, just around the corner from the venerable Goodman’s Field. You...

October 2026. London. We’re based in Rye for Autumn, though it feels like Summer, with me whizzing up and down the road and rails to see Dad and keep up with the post (mainly about Powers of Attorney, inevitably). We stayed in Whittlesford just north of Cambridge, with a fast enough line into Liverpool Street from...

October 2026. Rye Harbour. Back at the holiday park from pubbing in Rye last Saturday, having abjectly failed to buy fresh groceries from Jempson’s for tea, we’re resigned to the emergency rations in the harbour shop (mainly crisps and tins). “How about a pint in the William” says Mrs RM. YOU try saying no to her....

October 2026. Rye. You left us at the Winery in Rye‘s Rock Channel Quay, contemplating the merits of grape after grain, and wondering what the Martello development flats by the river sell for. Time to get back to the caravan and the blogs; Rye Harbour really is a writer’s retreat. The Number 313 trots back and forth...

October 2026. Rye. East Sussex. To discover one new bar in a tiny riverside path is good enough. To find three in 2 minutes says a lot about the potential of Rye. We follow the seafood bar and Garage Culture brewery with a winery. I mentioned recently how much of its pub stock this town of 4,480 souls has preserved...

October 2026. Rye. East Sussex. We’d been down in Rye a whole fortnight (bar the bi-weekly trips to attend to elderly parents), so about time we left the harbour, and actually visited the town, I guess. You’d think we’d have visited all the pubs, cafes, museums and twee shops in Rye already (I even bought my suit...