As you’d expect, I’m a big fan of custom and tradition.
I ALWAYS spend exactly the same amount on Christmas presents each year, I ALWAYS forget our wedding anniversary and I ALWAYS go for the strongest beer at IndyMan assuming all thirds are priced the same
Yes, I’m a creature of habit.
So when we arrived in a giant field at End of the Road on 1September my second thought, after checking I’d remembered the Official Campervan toilet, was to head the Museum in Farnham for a pint of Sixpenny Handley.
In 2021, after a pandemic cancelled 2020, I was denied my human right to visit the Museum due to Covid rules, so the return after three (3) years felt almost cathartic.
At the post box we exchanged pleasantries with the man directing traffic through the tiny lanes. “Where you off to ?”. “To the pub, shall I bring you back a pint ?”.
Farnham is barely more than a street, 83% of it thatched.
And the Museum is as gastro as it comes, though that hasn’t stopped it yo-yoing between the GBG and oblivion over the last decade.
I guess the expensive guest rooms are occupied by the bigger bands like Pigs ! Pigs ! Pigs ! Pigs ! Pigs ! Pigs ! Pigs ! (aks Pigsx7), but arriving as it customary just after lunch the only trade is Hi Vis man and us.
Every year I aim to bring you a new feature from the Museum. This year it’s the posh hand wash,
and the hunting print.
The pub is one of the better 21st century examples of The Cask Ale Lottery, the pints of 6d BEST veering between NBSS 3.5 and NBSS 2.5 annually. As Americans will know, the difference between 3.5 and 2.5 is HUGE.
This was superb; cool and crisp. I win the lottery. James has a Gamma Ray. He probably won, too.
We examined the new Farnham library, taking up space that could have housed a defibrillator.
Despite being a kind person, I couldn’t make the door easier to open (take it off completely ?), and compounded my villainy by taking a book and not putting one in.
James was horrified. “I’ll bring it back later” I assured him.
But which book did I “borrow” ?