When you’ve just been called out on your blog for being grumpy it’s a bonus if the next post comes from Lewes.
I don’t think I’ve ever left Harvey’stown without a spring in my step. Oh, there was this.
Looking back at my last post from here, I could basically just copy and paste what I wrote then; wonderful architecture, unexpected hills, Proper Pubs, always arrive by train.
So why is it so underrated ? Or is it ?
The shops were busy, the rest of town less so. Are people scared of hills ?
Perhaps they’re saving themselves for the Hawkwind evening in the Con Club.
You’d think the GBG must have featured all the trad pubs in Lewes by now, so it’s a joy to find the Lansdown isn’t a micro/bottle shop.
Actually, apart from the accents and the preference for rugby over football it wasn’t that dissimilar to Wolves’ finest, with displaced smokers coming and going and students and Old Boys mingling.
And, like the Combermere, you get beers that aren’t from the local craft brewery next door.
This time the Gun Pale was a great choice; cool and chewy (NBSS 3.5). So it should be, they make good beers.
But even with all that great cask, some folk at the station still go for the posh foreign lager.