Just when you think you’ve seen it all…
I have lists of favourite towns of course, but also a lifelong interest in finding a truly hapless town. If pressed, the average Briton would come up with a list of places they’ve never actually been to. Bootle, Grimsby, Luton, York etc. etc.
They’d surely never pick Haywards Heath in the heart of Sussex commuterville.
Incredibly, I’d never stopped here in 25 years of relentless UK travel, though the adjacent village of Lindfield impressed me again last year.
At the end of that post I presciently asked;
Is there anything brilliant in Haywards Heath ?
It was deeply, deeply dull, and you know how hard I try to find redeeming features. OK, trees weren’t growing out of buildings, and there wasn’t rubbish strewn down alleys like Birmingham yesterday, but my soul sank as I did the Google-led walking tour.
The best I could do was this takeaway which will appeal only to Russ.
The shops in a sea of concrete were all either estate agents, beauticians or pizzerias, until you reach the Broadway and a strip of chain bistros that recalls small town Essex at its TOWIE worst.
To be fair, GBG newbie the Lockhart is the best of the bunch.
If it looks familar, you’ve read my post on the Petersfield faux-craft bar. Or you’ve been to Altrincham recently.
FAR too many beers, but on the face of it an exciting list (though oddly no Dark Star). I’m not one for exciting, as you’ll know, so I pick the 360 Degrees Best and hope.
All the proper tables are taken by Sunday lunch families and Prosecco gentlefolk so I have the high table all to myself.
Acoustic covers of the Cure’s “Boys Don’t Cry” accompany my OK half, which I know tasted better somewhere else last year.
I had a near identical experience down the road in Burgess Hill, which now seemed like the Promised Land compared to the Heath.
Fire away Haywardians, or whatever you’re called.