If these posts seem a bit rushed it’s because they’re being compiled in between selling ladies undergarments at the local Salvation Army sale.
The ticks are limited but the blog potential is high.
Onto Rudgwick, my last Guide pub for the year in brutally inconsistent West Sussex, which really ought to merge with its eastern cousin if you ask me.
This is bucolic Britain at its best. Half an hour from Gatwick but devoid of the pesky tourists that Crawley no doubt gets.
Always great to end a county in a proper village pub, rather than a micro/Brunning & Price/pub with tasters.
Two gentle folk dining in the bar area,
and half a dozen more drinking at the bar.
All the chaps seemed to be retired Executives who wouldn’t be seen dead in a Spoons.
The sort of Old Boys who still demand a pint they’ve heard of.
Youngs Ordinary is the first beer on the board, so it’s an easy choice.
It’s a good choice. Cool, crisp, tasty with a touch of sharpness (NBSS 3.5).
The atmosphere is efficient and unfussy, and there’s no need for a swearing ban.
Reassuringly, I note the local rugby team have fixtures against Weybridge Vandals and Economicals, as well as various Old Boys.
If they started playing a real sport I’d be happy to support Economicals for a season.
Anyhow. Admire the pinking.