I must have passed this pub on Blean Hill, near Canterbury, several times without calling in, but I’ve never been sure if it was open and even had a feeling it was closed down for several years. Pulling up at The Hare at Blean it all felt a bit Darling Buds of May with hens clucking around in the background and a shepherd’s hut at the back of the garden. The welcome from both barmaids could not have been warmer and we were immediately invited to sit wherever we felt comfortable. There’s a sort of lounge-ish area on the left side of the bar with dining tables set out the other side. Further int…