Back to the Sussex Downs, where Mrs RM was delighted to discover that eight drops of rain had fallen, meaning my planned eight mile walk to Alfriston had been replaced with a pint in the Eight Bells in Jevington.
GBG aficionados will know the Downs is a hotbed of GBG activism, home to classic village pubs in Milton Street, Berwick, Litlington and Alfriston.
Mrs RM, however, knows the area best for the zoo at Drusilla’s Park where she narrowly survived an attack by a meerkat in 1975.
You’re safer in a pub. #FACT
“A pint of something strong and the WiFi code” she says and dashes for the
loo table by the window.
I join the queue of backpacks, not a Fjallraven Kankken among them.
A delightful ale range, though nothing to excite Mrs RM.
And a disappointment coming upon the WiFi front.
In 1995 there wouldn’t have been an assumption you were dining with them like there is now.
Mrs RM shows her Bulldog Brit spirit.
“You’ll just have to talk to me then !”
Anyway, we survive. The beer is cool and decent enough, NBSS 3 stuff. and the soundtrack stretches from Sweet Home Alabama to Benny & the Jets i.e. about 12 months.
Oddly, the Harvey’s is foamy, the Hophead is thin. Why is that ?
It’s always entertaining watching folks coming in with their rucksacks, particularly when you know they’ve only walked from the Grade I listed church up the hill.
We actually walked a little further up the hill towards Alfriston, before I conceded that my footwear was as inappropriate as Mrs RM’s and called it quits.
I promised her I’d got some good photos on the walk. I was fibbing.