retiredmartin
retiredmartin
Martin
Retired NHS, doing long walks around UK and the world to record the great bits. Focused on Good Beer Guide pubs and live music.
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December 2025. Herne Bay. Mrs RM looked unimpressed at the entrance to our Herne Bay GBG debutant micro as it opens on the dot of six, I think she’s hungry after only eating oysters and scampi all day. But it’s big on character and...
December 2025. Herne Bay. Yes, it’s my birthday (22/12) and I’m in a caravan writing blog posts for you (after a day’s walking in Hastings). Mrs RM did the same on her birthday, we’re dedicated to our art. Still on Mrs RM’s Birthday Eve,...
December 2025. Whitstable. Mrs RM had been a bit miffed that our recent overnighter in Whitstable had skipped the harbour, and as you’ll appreciate I can’t afford to have an even slightly miffed wife. A mere 8 minutes from Faversham by...
December 2025. Faversham. Part 2 of Mrs RM’s eve of birthday bash, though a drier “bash” you’ll never see. A dozen “must sees” marked on our Faversham map, the most exciting of which was “warm sausage roll from Tommy Butcher the...
Definitely onto the short posts now, but as it’s nearly my birthday (22/12) my attention is wandering. December 2025. Faversham. Mrs RM was determined to wake up somewhere exciting on her **th birthday this week (actual age only...
December 2025. Rye. Back in Rye the bus to the harbour was 40 minutes late. As you’ll know, 40 minutes is exactly the right amount of time needed to to Mrs RM’s shopping at Jempsons and squeeze in a bit of curated pub research. About...
December 2025. Hastings New Town. I didn’t buy a £1 bag from Primark to carry my £10 fleece, so ran the risk of leaving it on the train (again) if I extended my rapid assault on Hastings New Town. So the Yates’s, and the heritage...
December 2025. Hastings. You’ll know that I fund my hedonist lifestyle by not buying clothes, but by Monday I realised I was going to have to replace my dark fleece, inexplicably left on the 17:35 from Uttoxeter after 4 pints of Bass. 20...
December 2025. Rye Harbour. I’d popped down up to Waterbeach to see Dad on Friday, leaving Mrs RM to her blog without me ruining her WiFi. “Are you back tomorrow?” she asks, oblivious to plans. Obviously she wanted something brought down...
December 2025. Waterbeach. Ask anyone about Waterbeach and they’ll say “Ah, that’s where the Southworths ate a Chinese takeaway with folded bits of card“, but it’s also renowned as the place with two breweries and a Brewery Tap that...
December 2025. Waterbeach. Back at Home (2) after that little Gravesend diversion and 20 minutes between train at Kings Cross that I judged just insufficient for a pint at the King Charles I, I visit Dad in the afternoon (I’ve just...
December 2025. Gravesend. Kent. The route from home (1) to home (2) to home (3) is fairly well-established now. Friday saw the Rye to Waterbeach via St Pancras leg, interrupted by a short diversion at Ebbsfleet International, one of the...
December 2025. Bexhill-on-Sea. We’d entered the gates of Bexhill with such noble intentions. Culture at the De la Warr, a long bracing walk along the front, Eddie Izzard’s model railway… But too much beer early on had scuppered plans,...
December 2025. Bexhill-on-Sea. Mrs RM enjoyed our lunchtime in Sussex-by-the-Sea, remembering the times that her aunt (it was probably her granny but I’m not strong on genealogy) took her to Bexhill for whatever people used to do at the...
December 2025. Bexhill-on-Sea. There’s no point sitting in a caravan in the rain in Rye, waiting for the next elderly parent crisis to hit, when you could be on a train to a town with pubs. Mrs RM hadn’t been to Bexhill in over 40 years,...