If you are looking for a pub that says this is old England then you can do no better than the Royal Oak pub between Dover and Folkestone. The night we visited the pub is was surprisingly busy and standing room only was the order of the day.
Approaching the pub at night from the direction of Folkestone does take a little guess work and memory if you have passed the place in the day. The building, though well lit, sits beneath the horizon and hills so there is little silhouette to warn you that you have arrived. There were few cars in the car park which was very surprising considering the number of people that crowded the bar.
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On entering the bar you are surprised at how small it is considering the size of the building and car park, it is what you would expect of an old English inn though do not be too disappointed there is an extension to the back of the pub that absorbs much of the crowed. The barman was a cheerful chap and the beer, pints of bitter all round, were extremely good. Normally at this point we would tell you who the brewery was and the types of beer served and our thoughts on the price but we did not have time to make notes.
We had only been in the bar a matter of minuets before Digger was approached by a man who thought he recognised Digger. There was a few moments where each worked out where they had worked when both men realised that it was over forty years ago they met when Digger was a Soldier and the other man a Messenger Boy on the GPO.. Much of the conversation related to Digger’s father who was a Mechanic on the GPO and gave the Messenger Boys what for when they tampered with their motorbikes.
Even though much of our time was taken up with events that happened forty years ago what we did notice were the number of people who were eating, the lavish portions of what looked like a mixed grill that everyone appeared to have selected and the speed of service. Though the service and presentation were fairly basic, no pretty girls in short black skirts and white frilly aprons the food looked and smelt delightful and we all realised that we would be going home to baked beans on toast.
When we have time in 2008 we are going to return to the Royal Oak for a meal. The Royal Oak is not a theme pub, the Old English atmosphere is real, the pub was warm and friendly as were the people and staff, I do not recall any music, thank god, and I imagine little has changed in this pub for several hundred years other than there was no sawdust on the floor.
The Royal oak is situated nearly midway between Folkestone and Dover on the New Dover Road near what was the Blue Channel Caravan Site. Most visitors to the pub chose to arrive and depart by taxi which made good sense if you were going to enjoy a drink. The postcode for those with Satnav is CT18 7HY and the telephone number 01303 244787. If you go there for a drink or meal remember to tell the landlord where you saw this.
It appears the Telegraph has death on the mind or there is very little interesting news to report from around the world. We do not need too much convincing that we are not only running out of space to build new homes we are also running out of space to bury the dead.
The Victorians recognised this problem and began building crematoriums the most majestic of these I believe to be the North London Crematorium at Golders Green. I say that because the majority of my ancestors from the past one-hundred years are scattered there as are some of the most famous British people. The Victorians’ thought that it would be a little like a library or block of flats with row upon row of shelves and cubby holes were we could store our loved ones ashes. Regrettably, they ran out of space.
A similar problem has occurred in churches and the graveyards have run out of space. The Church has now agreed to woodland burials and have, in some areas, consecrated the ground for Christian burial. This was a very urgent matter as many towns in England no longer had space to bury the dead.
There has been some concern that the Church of England, having had difficulty managing and caring for graves near churches will find it even more difficult to care for woodland graves that may be some distance from a church. The Church of England dismiss this though have made it know that there will be no gravestones only biodegradable wooden plaques; they have also suggested that a tree be planted with the body.
Tree and body planting would probably be more acceptable to many than heating and lighting the crematorium. Folkestone Magazine would like to take that a little further and suggest the burial be handled by the family and a tree chopped down and hollowed out and used as a coffin. The bark, branches and chippings could be put to one side for Indian Funerals. A woodland funeral could become a regular event for families bringing them back together. The celebrity chefs could show us how to prepare backed potatoes in their jackets, hot roast chestnuts and mulled wine for the winter and light smoked salmon salads using woodland herbs for the warmer days.
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Folkestone Academy in hot water over parking, litter, noise and wayward teachers smoking in parked cars. Mr. Patterson, the Academy principal, is ashamed and disappointed though we note, not surprised. Folkestone Magazine is also not surprised perhaps if the children’s education was targeted towards the children instead of filling empty shops in the Creative Quarter perhaps the school and children might stand a chance