Just over a year ago I came up with the idea of
“Pub Friday.”
This was a list of pubs I could visit conveniently on a
Friday, a day free of
both work and domestic commitments, when I’ve got the whole day free to do as I
please. The pubs on my list are those in relatively hard to get places with the
main proviso being they’re reachable using public transport. In the main the journeys
to and from these places would be by bus, making full use of the free travel afforded
by my
Senior Citizens Bus Pass, although for some of the longer journeys I will
travel by train. Finally, for a handful pubs on the list, a combination of both
modes of transport would be used.
My
Pub Friday list wasn't a
New Year's resolution or
anything like that, although it might well have been, because I'm sorry to say that
I only managed to visit two pubs on the list, and these were right at the start
of the year. It’s almost as if l lost momentum, before getting going, although it's
hard to pinpoint exactly what went wrong. Things obviously got in the way of my
plans, perhaps even conspiring against them, but until the other day, the
Fordwich
Arms, and the
George & Dragon, both in the tiny town of
Fordwich, a few
miles to the north of
Canterbury, were the only ones crossed off my list.
So, on
Friday, seeing as
Mrs PBT's had decided to go into hibernation,
I grabbed the bull by the horns, wrapped myself up against the cold, and headed
down to the bus stop that serves
Tonbridge station, and waited for the
No. 7
bus to turn up. This particular service operates the route between
Tunbridge
Wells and
Maidstone, and the latter town was my destination that day.
My plan was to visit the unspoiled
Rifle Volunteers,
a stone built, back street local, close to the former
Ophthalmic & Aural Hospital,
now long demolished, and replaced by housing. I mention the hospital, because of
the unpleasant memories it invokes, as it was there that I had my
wisdom teeth
extracted, a procedure that involved two separate appointments, one for each
side of my mouth.
Understandably, I still shudder at the memory, and it is not
an experience I would wish to repeat. Fortunately, I don’t have to and leaving such
horrors firmly in the past, I waited for the
12.07 service to turn up. There is
something both smug and satisfying just tapping my pass on the card reader and
boarding the bus, completely free of charge. I headed up to the top deck and sat down to enjoy the
50-minute
ride to
Kent’s county town. Ever since I was a kid, I've always enjoyed sitting
on the upper deck of a bus, not just for the enhanced view but also for the
ability of seeing straight into people's gardens, and even beyond. Invariably it
creates a better
understanding of what’s there, including lanes and side roads
I wasn’t aware of. It also helps put each settlement into perspective in relation
to the surrounding topography and countryside.
The bus follows the route of the A26 between Tonbridge and Maidstone,
passing through on the way, the large villages of Hadlow, and Wateringbury. The
former is home to a famous agricultural college which, I gather, is now being
expanded. The latter settlement which as well as continuing a large number of attractive
Victorian houses, was also home to two large breweries. Both have now vanished,
almost completely, but whilst the premises Jude Hanbury & Co, which stood
on the crossroads on the edge of the village, disappeared 90 or so years ago,
buildings of the other concern, Frederick Leney & Son’s, lasted until the
early 1990’s. Photo - Courtesy of Wateringbury Remembered
Leney’s Phoenix Brewery, an impressive red brick, tower construction,
stood in
Bow Road, in sight of the
River Medway. As with
Jude Hanbury, Leney’s had
been part of the
Whitbread group since the
1920s, although in the latter case,
brewing continued there until the
mid-1980s. Towards the end of its life, the
Wateringbury
plant produced bottled beers for
Whitbread, primarily
Pale Ale and
Gold
Label Barley Wine. After closure, the brewery building were demolished, and the
extensive plot of land was used for a new housing development. There’s a family
connection here, as for several years, the younger of my two sisters lived in
one of the houses there. Despite its detached status, you could stand on her
back doorstep and almost touch the wall of the next property along, across the
fence.
In between
Hadlow and
Wateringbury, is the village of
Mereworth,
a settlement thankfully off both
A26 and the adjoining
A228. I mention this as the
village is the place to leave the bus and walk the mile and a half to the tiny
village of
West Peckham and it's delightful pub, the
Swan on the Green. Unfortunately,
some changes are afoot in relation to this pub, not all of them good although
with luck they herald a move which should ensure the pub's survival. More about
this in a later blog.
I digress, and shortly before
1:00 pm the bus arrived in
Maidstone, and I alighted at the bottom of the
High Street, ready to make my
way towards the
Rifle Volunteers. On the way I stopped to take a few photos,
including one of a pub which is now called
The Stag, but one I remember as a
lovely old hostelry, called the
Sun, belonging to
Fremlin’s brewery. Moving on, I headed through
the enlarged
Royal Star Arcade, an up-market shopping development which, as its
name suggests, is an area once occupied by the former,
Royal Star Hotel. The attractions
here, include the
Skull Bar & Grill, and just outside in the colonnaded
Corn
Exchange buildings, behind the
Hazlitt Theatre, the
Maidstone Distillery. Stop
off here for your fix of local craft gin!
I then head up along
Earl Street, towards
Maidstone’s main shopping thoroughfare,
Week Street, before
navigating my way towards the
Rifle Volunteers, the first of the two pubs on my
Pub Friday list, I’ve known this thriving street corner local since the time at
the start of the
1980’s, when I lived in the
county town for five years. Back
then, the pub was owned by
Shepherd Neame, who at the time owned nine public
houses in the town centre and it's immediate surrounds. As I discovered on
Friday,
at least half of those pubs have ceased trading for one reason or another, and
Shep's now only have a handful of houses in
Maidstone.
Fortunately, the
Rifle Volunteers didn't suffer the same
fate, and in
1997 was acquired by local brewers,
Goacher’s. It represented their
second pub in the town, and longstanding licensee couple,
Alan, and
Wendy, stayed
on to run it on behalf of the new owners, before eventually stepping down in
2018. As far as I recall, my last visit to the
Rifle
Volunteers took place in
2010, when I met up with Norwich-based blogger,
Paul
Garrard, host, and writer of the now sadly defunct
Real Ale Blog. Paul and his
wife were staying over in
Maidstone for a couple of days and after suggesting we
meet up, decided that the
Rifle Volunteers ticked all the right boxes.
You can read about
that meeting here, but without giving too
much away, apart from there being a new couple running the pub, little had
changed. The attractive ragstone exterior remains the same, showcasing what is
an attractive street corner local at its best. I stepped inside and was pleased
to notice the place was quite full, with the majority of tables and chairs to
the right of the serving area occupied. Perching proudly on the bar counter were
four hand pumps, all dispensing
Goacher’s beers and these were Re
al Mild, Fine
Light, Imperial Stout, and
Gold Star.
Last year, saw
Goacher’s celebrating their
40th anniversary,
and a note marking this event features quite prominently on the pump clips. I
kicked off with a pint of
Fine Light, which was in excellent form and seemingly
being drunk by nearly everyone in the pub. I managed to find a small table adjacent
to the door, where I could sit and watch the proceedings taking place in the
pub before me. There was plenty of banter flying around, and many of the customers
were obviously regulars, who knew one another. One of them was heard to remark,
that the majority of customers were of pensionable age, something I could see
for myself but wasn't going to mention.
The age and type of customer was reflected in the choice of beers
available, with plenty of cask being poured, and little or no draught lager. in
fact, I don't even know whether or not the pub sells the stuff. Cooked food seemed
to be available, but it was relatively low key, and I’ve a feeling it might
have needed to be ordered in advance. However, I knew from the entry on
WhatPub
that filled rolls were available at the
Rifle, so I ordered myself a cheese roll served
up with a few crisps. This was just right for me at lunchtime, particularly
after the excesses of the
Christmas and
New Year celebrations.
I moved on from the
Fine Light to the
Imperial Stout, recording
it on
Untappd as a
"tasty, dry, Irish style stout, with plenty of roast malt and
balancing hop flavours." Although it doesn’t say directly on their website, I
get the feeling that
Goacher’s were trying to match this particular beer with
the most famous stout of all, namely
Guinness. It was whilst sitting there that the idea or visiting
another
Maidstone pub on my list popped up in my consciousness. The pub in
question is situated on the other side of the river
Medway, opposite
Maidstone
West station, and I've been wanting to visit this establishment for some time. Its limited opening hours of
4:00 pm were one reason for not having finished visited before, but as I’ve waffled on long enough already, you’ll have to wait until
next time to discover its name and read more about it.