20 years ago we’d have set off from Hitchin on a Friday night, phoned a Premier Inn/Lodge on the way, and end up somewhere interesting for £30. “Interesting” meaning Stroud, Sandbach or Solihull.
Despite the internet it’s getting harder to find cheap room at a weekend, with nothing much under £80 anywhere on the South Coast. Unless you want a B&B near Gatwick Airport rated 5.4/10 on Booking.com.
So a Travelodge in Horsham it was.
Simon the Dolphin was pleased to see us.
Mrs RM had the rejuvenation of the little square containing the town’s new water features and Wetherspoons, beautifully illuminated here for you.
By a massive coincidence, there was a new GBG tick, just two minutes walk (if you don’t stop at red lights) from the grim looking Travelodge.
Clearly it’s the King’s Arms turn in the Guide, but I’ve rarely seen a more obvious GBG entry in a town.
Look ! They’ve got jam jars !
It’s dark, but we can hear the duo energetically murdering obscure pop classics. And “Walk on the wild side“.
Mrs RM takes a table in the next room. She was keen for craft, but craft was there none, so it was Pride or the Long Man Best. Both were GBG levels; the Long Man was a touch flat but that flatness had a pleasing Bass twang by the end #BeerSommellier.
“What’s that you’re writing Mrs RM ?”
In our marginally quieter section we had for company an older couple on pints, two lady gentlefolk on wine and a group of younger women working their way through two bottles of chilled Moet.
Unlike us, they’d all dressed up for their Friday Night Out.
We stayed for a bit, as there’s few better ways to spend an evening in Horsham that listening to a mash-up of the 4 Non-Blondes “What’s Up” and the theme from the Jungle Book.
And that was it for us, bar a swift stroll round the Horsham highlights. A lot of bare midriff on show, I’ll say that.
“Oooh, that looks nice” said Mrs RM.
But though I’d denied her craft in the King’s Arms, she wasn’t really up for the Mikkeller and To Ol. A cup of tea would do.