3rd February 2020
So here it is, my last Surrey tick.
I only beat Duncan by a week, but a week is a long time in pubbing. Surrey may not be around when Simon gets there, it’ll probably have been sold to reduce the national debt.
We could probably clear the whole debt by selling West Clandon and its adjacent National Trust Palladian piles to the Japanese.
The Bulls Head is a prime example of how folk in the very richest villages want old and unchanging traditional pubs, contrasting with the shiny fake gastro places the middle classes aspire to.
I’m working class scum, and couldn’t find the entrance.
Nice sign at the front, but entrance via the car park.
The book sale in the porch is one of the most delightfully haphazard I’ve ever seen, and contains books you might actually read if you live in West Clandon. Like Jilly Cooper.
I loved it.
Slightly raised dining area, smallsnug for the Times reader, Old Boys comforting a dog with a thorn in his foot, otherwise a free for all.
Reminiscent of the Hare & Hounds in Sussex, with an ebullient (great word) Landlady, proper looking lunches, and beers you’ve heard of.
Well, I expect the TEA and Shere Drop are newbies to the Brexit-debating octogenarians sticking to Youngs, but I bet they’ll be written off as “dull dishwater” on Discourse in a few years like 6X and Bass are now.
A lovely drop of Shere to finish an improving county in a great pub.
Woke Simon should avoid the Gents, though.