Usually when you leave a pub, the landlord doesn't kiss you on both cheeks and say: "Merci beaucoup. A la prochaine." A non-committal "Bye now" is about as good as it gets.
But not at the Timber Batts. Despite being tucked away in the sleepiest of Kent countryside, it has completely French bar staff, sports a tricolore alongside a Union Jack.
In fact, there's barely a flat surface which isn't occupied either by a pottery frog, a metal frog playing a musical instrument, or some other form of decorative ''amphibiabilia''.