SORRY, SARGANS

June 2024. Sargans. Switzerland. Back at Basel station, you can see why the streets are so quiet; it’s like Cambridge on steroids. We’d resisted the £25 schnitzel in the Braunen Mutz, but these gooey, cheese-filled concoctions were equally calorific at a fifth of the price. And then an efficient (expensive) rail trip across the width… Continue reading SORRY, SARGANS

“Reserved for the Larry Grayson Society”. Proper Pubs in the Surrey Hills.

June 2024. Dorking. We’d spent the night in a public car park in Dorking with three (3) alpacas and a sheep, so that in the morning (after a large “regular” Americano at a rare decent Costa) we could nip down the A25 past the wealth management offices above Horsham to give our campervan (still not… Continue reading “Reserved for the Larry Grayson Society”. Proper Pubs in the Surrey Hills.