Even better, most of them were in places I’d never heard of. And Cranleigh claims to be “nearly England’s biggest village“, which makes my ignorance shameful.
Pubmeister may correct me, but I don’t recall many GBG entries round here this century either, though there’s four pubs on the main street.
Cranleigh reminds me of those large Essex villages like Chipping Ongar and North Weald Bassett that stretch along B roads, and lack character due to a stream of traffic passing their black and white timbers.
Even the garage shop is a listed building,
and this is a cottage hospital, apparently,
and this is the financial planners shop;
At least the butchers looks like a butchers.
A place to live rather than visit, perhaps. The Three Horseshoes seemed the sort of village pub everyone wants as their local, even if it isn’t the gastropub you travel out from Guildford for.
In fact, one local was eating his lunch at the bar, which is something you don’t see in Brunning & Price.
“That was ****** lovely” he said to the bar.
Some of you may have your doubts about eating at the bar, or mustard trousers, I just thought “Pub”.
This time sanity prevailed and I went for the Harveys Sussex, which was ****** lovely (NBSS 3.5) too. Look at that head.
It was South London at the bar, but Surrey round the walls as septuagenarian women with scarves whiled away the afternoon. What a way to live, eh ?
No Otter today, but you can trust a pub with an Otter sign.
Whether you can trust a pub that omits Chris Tavare from its picture of Cricketing Greats is another matter.