What a marvellous sight Worthing’s Henty Arms is.
Sky Sports, vintage motor, sign with the sign fallen out. Sunday lunch, “Child friendly”. The antithesis of the “people like us only” micro that had dominated new entries in the Sussex sections of the Beer Guide in recent years (honourable exceptions like Anchored in Worthing exempted).
This year, NO new micros in hard-to-access 1930s shopping arcades along the A2031; just a series of Proper Pubs with a manageable number of pumps. As Marvin Gaye noted, presciently, What’s Going On ?
My next tick requires A Change At Angmering (great name for a band) to access the local service back to Brighton.
The station is Goring-on-Sea,
but the Henty is in Ferring, one of Worthing’s limitless suburbs. Plenty of choices for next year’s GBG, then.
Bing Maps wants to send me round the houses (20 mins), but Google offers this scenic and muddy walk along the fence. One for Si to do in pitch black.
Some people know how to arrive in more style.
The essence of community pub, with United’s capitulation being aired to indifference on the big screens and a waft of pork roast and broccoli in the air.
But mostly, Ferring folk are there for “pub”.
Exceptionally friendly and inefficient in that South London overspill style, the Hophead was fetched from the other room.
It was cooler and thinner than the Dark Star in Brighton, but just as good.
I’d allowed 10 minutes, with a 30 minute train service and a 9 minute walk back, and that was enough to see Rashford flailing and our pubbers recall a certain Jarvis Cockerel of Pulp fame. One of you is bound to start naming all our BritPop stars after dogs now.