Saturday's outing was a social arranged by West Kent CAMRA, which saw us visiting the most easterly point of the “island” with the attractive and pleasant town of Broadstairs our destination for the day. In the 19th century, Broadstairs transformed into a much sought-after seaside destination, attracting famous personalities such as Charles Dickens, an author who seems to pop up all over the county. It was also the location of a private nursing home on Cliff Promenade, where author, John Buchan, penned his famous novel "The Thirty-Nine Steps", whilst recuperating from a gastro-intestinal problem. During the Victorian period, the town enhanced its beaches and infrastructure, with the idyllic Viking Bay emerging as a major highlight. What I like about Broadstairs is the fact it has far less of the glitz, glamour and bright lights of Margate or the work-a-day busy harbour, which dominates the centre of Ramsgate.Although I am no longer a CAMRA member, I am still on the mailing list of the local branch (West Kent), and the outing to Broadstairs certainly caught my eye. Don, the branch social secretary is a friend of mine and, as he carries out meticulous research when planning these events, I knew it would be a good day out. I therefore felt for him when, despite all the hard work he’d put in, only three of us turned up on the day. We were advised of a particular train to catch, with times stated for travel from both Sevenoaks and Tonbridge. A couple of days prior to departure, I received a message on the West Kent CAMRA WhatsApp group asking who was going. The message was from friend and former business colleague, Dave. I replied that I planned to attend, which pleased him, because I’m sure he thought that he and the social secretary Don were the only two people going. He was correct, up until that point, but come the day there was just the three of us heading down to Broadstairs. Whilst waiting on the platform at Tonbridge, I bumped into a current work colleague, who was there with his wife and dog. The former had just completed the local parkrun, whilst Jim, being a sensible fellow, was there to look after the dog. Sensible fellow, as who wants to get themselves hot and bothered, huffing and puffing whilst running around a playing field?
Don has a habit of cutting it fine when it comes to catching a train, and true to form, he appeared nonchalantly walking down the steps and onto the station platform just 5 minutes before train was due. He asked if anyone else was coming, apart from my aforementioned, ex-colleague Dave who would be joining the train at Paddock Wood. I wasn’t aware of anyone, and neither was he, which meant just three of us would be making the journey to Broadstairs. Whilst not a particularly inspiring turn out, we are all of a similar age, and retired, or semi-retired and all have a lifetime’s experience of decent pubs and good beer. So, with an interesting itinerary ahead of us, what was not to like? Our journey from Tonbridge down to Broadstairs, took us through both Ashford and Canterbury, before changing trains at Ramsgate. The latter is quite a large station, with four platforms which, given the size of the town is quite surprising, although but it does allow passengers to change services and access all parts of the island. But what about the island itself? First, Thanet is no longer an island and hasn't been one for several centuries, although when the Romans occupied this part of Kent, this area was separated from the main part of Kent by the Wantsum Channel. The latter is close to where the river Stour flows into the sea, but over the years the channel has gradually silted up, and today there is little evidence apart from a flattish area of grassland that is all that remains of the Wantsum channel.I’m not sure you really needed to know that, but I like to add a bit of geographical interest to these posts for those who care about such things. After changing trains, and arriving at Broadstairs, made our way down the steps (39?), and headed down towards centre of town. Don had sketched out an itinerary for us to follow, and it roughly coincided with the pub list that I’d written myself, not so much as a guide but more as an insurance policy in case no one else had up. As I said at start of the post, this was my first visit to Thanet since 2014, when I joined in with a significant birthday celebration for a fellow West Kent CAMRA branch member. The individual in question had organised a minibus to transport a group of us around a selection of the various micro pubs on the island - all for a very reasonable sum of money. You can read about that experience here. This time we were left to our own devices, so it was shank’s pony, albeit with the option of a bus, if we wished. As things turned out we didn’t, mainly because Broadstairs is quite a compact town that is easy to get around in by foot. We headed steadily downwards, with the aim of reaching the seafront. On the way we stopped off at the first pub of the day, but I shall leave it until the next post to reveal its name, along with those of the other five pubs we visited that day. All six pubs were micros, and the consensus of the three of us was that, whilst they were all worth visiting, some were more worthy than others. No single pub stood out beer wise, but some had a much more impressive selection than others. of equal, if not greater importance was the town of Broadstairs itself, and without appearing too pretentious, it was the quiet and unobtrusive charm of this genteel, East Kent seaside town that ended up being the standout feature of the day.