It’s always good to end a county on a high. Particularly an unsung one like Surrey.
So a nice little trip out on the E10 to the bucolic bit of Epsom, probably labelled as “Stamford Green” next year.
By huge coincidence, the Cricketers is next to the cricket green.
Which was about to turn into a swimming pool as I dashed for the door (why do I always stop to take a photo when I’m getting drenched).
It looks very Olde Worlde outside.
Inside it’s a bit modernised in the Ember/Marston/Stonegate style.
I bet you think I’m going to tell you how this isn’t a Proper Pub, aren’t you.
But in fairness to the Cricketers (and Stonegate, who have some crackers in this year’s Guide), it’s very pubby.
The glasses may all be Peroni, but that’s a proper beer range for a busy pub like this. Two you’ve heard of, three local ones.
Ranmore is a great test of the cellar. This was superbly cool and tasty (NBSS 4), it could almost be the Taylor Landlord of the south. That should annoy R. Coldwell of Leeds.
So good, I’ll overlook the pattern on the chairs.
Just look at the lacings.
But never mind the beer. And the Fleet Foxes soundtrack. It was the welcome that won it. Acknowledged, greeted, thanked (“My lovely“). That’s all it takes.
The barmaid (I guess) knew all the orders of the tradesmen coming in for their 4pm pints and a flutter.
One lad asked where he could watch the football on TV later. He was warned that the pub down the road was showing the rugby when he went to watch the cup tie. NEVER trust a pub that shows Rugby on TV.
Bye bye till September, Surrey.