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...

October 2026. Hythe. Kent. I’ll be spending a fair bit of time in Rye, and while East Sussex and Kent GBG are fully pinked, I’ll enjoy doing a deep dive (ugh) into lesser known coastal towns like Hythe. 15,000 souls and 150,000 seagulls, a town hugging the coast and the Royal Military Canal. A flying visit, so we...

October 2026. Off to west Folkestone (or possibly Hythe) for a penultimate Kent GBG27 tick, and a little stretch of coast I knew nothing about. We start our descent to the Fountain at the serene military cemetery next to Shorncliffe Army Camp. This is a busy bit of OS map. Place names to conjure with; Shorncliffe,...

October 2026. Glynde. East Sussex. Mrs RM timed her walk around Glynde to return to the station just as the Trevor Arms opened for lunch. On one side of the rails, the Steamworks bar-cum-coffee shop. On the other, the flint-knapped Trevor, finally re-opened last year, with cute but oddly non-Trevorish pub sign. The...

October 2026. Glynde. East Sussex. We didn’t actually make it up the hill to the opera house at Glyndebourne; blame it on my dodgy leg or Mrs RM’s dodgy foot, whatever. But we made it as far as Glynde Place (I’m a bit confused by all the Glyndes to be honest), which you can peep into from the graveyard of the parish...