Evening. 2145 hours and lights off and door barred despite opening times sign by the door saying open Monday to Saturday 11.30-3.30 & 6-11, Sunday 12-4. Annoying for a long distance destination pub so they must have had a very good reason.

Sunset on a warm May evening. Captains of commerce were discussing strategies that they failed to understand while enjoying their Goachers.

Excellent country pub, only customers as in at first knockings.

Quiet for a Friday evening:we'd come for a family celebration, and discussed psychiatry and Milton.An excellent , unique pub.

Just time for one in the main bar before the train home. I sat in the comfy chair talking with a bloke at the bar about Pfizers, work and being made redundant. Sounds depressing, but it was a good pub conversation.

Really busy day at work, lovely sunny day, so I missed most of it. To make up for it I cycled the 30 minute ride out to this most lovely of hunting lodges in the Kent countryside and necked 3 pints in 35 mins. Sat in the garden enjoying the evening sun and Fighting Talk on an MP3 player. Just so happy.

There used to be an advert about Gordons Ginger Ale being perfect for winter. Well I don't know a better pub for winter. Old hunting lodge, stone flagstones, warm real fire and Goacher's house beer. Fresh barrel had just come on. I also had some bread and cheese as well as a lunchtime snack. Very picturesque.

Got my new bike so wanted to try it out, so I cycled from Ashford to here. I sat out in the garden watching all the commuters coming home and just enjoying the sunshine.

I still had some strength in my legs after my Marsh cycle ride, so after a shower and something to eat, I had a leisurely cycle ride out to Pluckley. Sat outside in the garden doing the Independent super su doku. For interest, they now do Pilsener Urquell on draught alongside the Lowenbrau.

The train timetable change back on December 10th now means that my train that I regularly catch back from Folkestone stops at Pluckley. Oh dear. So the temptation was too great and instead of getting off as Ashford, I just stayed on the train to Pluckley. I walked in, in my cycling gear and thought I would go into the back room and read where it was quieter. I went in and found 4 men sat round a table, clearly still there from lunchtime. I was asked "Are you a farmer?" and a £20 was waved at me. However, I didn't let that put me off and in the end I had a great hour or so. The Goachers Old Ale will no longer be making an appearance as when I asked Jim about it, he said he would order 8 and a half gallons and he ended up throwing 4 and a half gallons of it away.