The hits just keep on coming !
Another chapter of the GBG falls to the retiredmartin ticking machine.
Only eight newbies in East Sussex, a bit disappointing given this includes the vast metropolises of Brighton, Hastings and Bexhill.
But the good book has given us TWO new ticks in the vicinity of long neglected Uckfield.
Where ? Dangerously close to the
in-laws Tunbridge Wells, that’s where.
This one photo sums up this mysterious town of 14,493
I hope one of my readers lives there, so they can explain Uckfield to me.
Perhaps DJ Matt Torbuck.
Wiki tells me nothing, except that I missed the statue of “Jesus in Jeans“, so here’s the highlights of a traffic clogged town that makes Hayward’s Heath look passable.
Still, there’s a Waitrose, which counts for a lot.
And two new country pub ticks that can be achieved with a 5 minute train trip and 45 minute stroll, which added to the Alma in town makes it almost a pub crawl.
“Pub” isn’t the word that comes to mind at the White Hart, which looks more like an estate agent which just happens to offer giant steaks.
I’ll give BRAPA a lift here if he buys me the Tomahawk while he eats his Greggs pasty.
Stag prints, sofas and Ed Sheeran will greet Si.
And “How can I help you Sir“.
“Just a half of Harvey’s, please mate”
I’m the only customer, but then I guess not many Chateaubriands get scoffed at lunchtime. Even in Herstmonceux.
And of course, lunchtime drinking was banned in Sussex in 2007.
The walk along Narrow Lane to Framfield is wonderful, in the sense that I don’t encounter any cyclists.
There’s a sign on the door of the Hare & Hounds, intended to induce alarm.
I assumed it said it was shut between 4 and 8, but in fact the opposite. It’ll catch out someone we know.
Noticeably busier, though similarly plush.
“We’ve got some loverly lamb shanks” says an ebullient landlord to his gentlefolk regulars.
I’m tempted, but as a beer sommelier I know to match Harvey’s Sussex with a goat’s cheese salad.
The question is, which Harvey’s Sussex?
Yes, just the lone ale, Hurrah ! They did have 61 Deep as their craft keg though.
Some great staff, again, and some laughs from the lounge, possibly at my salad, which was great.
So was the rich, cool Harvey’s (NBSS 3.5).
A cutting-edge punk soundtrack came from Noah Cyrus, whoever they are.
Back in Uckfield I watched Joker in the lovely art deco cinema, and felt a little shaken two hours later. Luckily Mrs RM arrived to pick me up shortly after.