Rewind to mid September, and Kenty was plenty as I took myself down to Sittingbourne of six days of morale boosting pub ticking.
Sorry I'm so far behind, Gwent and jury service are to blame. At least I can console myself in the fact that I'm still a few years ahead of RetiredMartin. Tomorrow, I believe he'll tell you about the day he had his first wet shave, which I'm really looking forward to.
After resting my bad back (which I don't like to talk about) having unwisely wrenched a heavy rucksack up from a high stool in Sittingbourne's Yellow Stocks, I dragged myself 200 yards to the train station, Isle of Sheppey bound.
I had been up IoS way before, back in 2013, during the precursor to BRAPA, "Si's A-Z Aleway Adventures" where 'Q was for Queenborough'. Micropubs hadn't exploded onto the GBG pages back then, so I had to make do with a gentle stroll around town at 10am before settling in a quirky pub with good ale called the Red Lion in Sheerness which has never been in the Good Beer Guide since because CAMRA hate me.
Queenborough was looking beautiful in the evening sun. Who said north Kent was a shithole? Not me. Definitely probably never. Or very rarely anyway.
And as decreed by the 2014 law that states all north Kent towns MUST contain at least one micropub, I found this little place disguised somewhere between a Thwaites diner, takeaway and out building for Captain Birdseye.
But the true reason for this Saturday night trip to Sheppey was my next pub. Sheerness was jumping by comparison to calm Queenborough, there was something slightly 'animal' about the hoards of kids arriving in the town on my train, and I mean something a bit more threatening than a sheep.
|Remember those heady days when my GBG had a cover?|