The Zetland Arms sprawls onto the shingle in Kingsdown. Who built it way out here? Why? Thank goodness they did.
On calm days, drinkers sit on the picnic benches outside, listening to the sound of stones groaning as they’re shifted over and over by the sea. Dover’s famous white cliffs come into sight when the air is clear. Inside, the pub meanders through different rooms, wood everywhere and old beams softened by salt air, with windows staring into the haze. It is a Shepherd Neame pub, so the beer is good.
To eat, there are fresh crab sandwiches, bowls of chowder, fish from the boats. Here the rest of the world feels distant, especially with the fire crackling and locals sharing stories over a second pint. Here is a reminder that sometimes the edge of the world is exactly where you want to be.
Wellington Parade, Kingsdown, Kent, zetlandarms.co.uk
