Sunbury-on-Thames is one of those places that both irritate and uplift the GBG ticker with an annual new entry seemingly plucked from nowhere.
The Admiral Hawke would be my sixth (6th) Guide entry in a decade, and the best, but it very nearly never happened.
Look at the route I’d devised for Mrs RM taxis; Hersham (A) to Sunbury (B) to Staines (C) in an hour. Some Americans would fly to Heathrow just for those three.
The 2 miles through Walton took 20 minutes; what on earth do folk do there ? But finally parked up with an hour’s free parking by the river I checked the Facebook one more time.
What Pub said open every day from noon, Google said 14:00 (ten minutes time), but now recently updated Facebook said shut till 4 ! And I’d spent all Christmas Day checking Facebook times.
All was lost.
What London pub right by the Thames doesn’t open till 4pm on Sunday, traditionally the busiest day of the week ?
I went to find out and possibly take a photo of handwritten opening hours on the door.
Firmly closed. Looks nice too. I silently cursed; Sunbury is a sod to get to. The Tourist Office can have “Sunbury Is A Sod” for free.
But then, the door opened, a head peered out.
“Can I help ?”
Oh, I’m the famous BRAPA and I was hoping for a beer. Have you met Colin“
Anyway, they let me in, even though they were closed, and regaled me at the bar with tales of Sunbury pub crawl T-Shirts over the best pint of Doom Bar in a year. And I’m not kidding about that (NBSS 3.5+). I even got on with the dog.
I took no notes, or pictures, so here’s a Doom Bar pic I took earlier.
Thank you, Admiral Hawke, you made an old man unreasonably happy. Only Staines could now put a damper.