Quite simply, the pub as we knew it is disappearing faster than my kids do when there's washing up to be done.

This blog is just a place to record pubs that are going or gone and an anecdote or two. The first eight are all within three miles of my home. If you have any you want to add, just send me a photo and a few sentences and I'll add them when I get a moment.

Wednesday, 16 March 2011

The Upper Bell, Bluebell Hill village, A229, Kent

It wasn't cheap booze but the re-routing of the A229 that did for The Upper Bell. At one time, all the traffic between Medway and Maidstone went past it. Now it only sees local traffic. This misty view is typical. It's at the top of Bluebell Hill on the North Downs - an area that always gets the first snow and low cloud. Immediately opposite the pub team used to pull tug-of-war. Another tradition that has largely gone.

1 comment:

  1. Now demolished and with no signs so far of any building going on. It was always a strange place with a very odd landlord. Lots of unfriendly signs such as "No muddy boots" or "Once you've been served, move away from the bar". Lots of potential with a decent garden and so on, but failed to be friendly enough to attract customers.