It’s always good to end a county on a high. Particularly an unsung one like Surrey. So a nice little trip out on the E10 to the bucolic bit of Epsom, probably labelled as “Stamford Green” next year. By huge coincidence, the Cricketers is next to the cricket green. Which was about to turn… Continue reading EVENTUALLY, EPSOM EXCELLENCE
That’s a genuine question, not an invitation to a duel on Woking High Street, or whatever is the epicentre of Surrey culture. I just can’t see it as a proper county. There’s no League teams (the support is all for Chelsea), their cricket team plays in South London, their breweries are tiny, all the… Continue reading WHAT’S THE POINT OF SURREY ?
This may be a short post as I’m waiting for Mrs RM to arrive back at Stansted, her bottle of Elvis Juice chilling in the fridge. The Plough at Coldharbour in the heart of the Surrey Hills was one of those pubs that I was sure I’d been to before. Duncan and Simon will know… Continue reading FRACKED OFF AT LEITH HILL
Looking back at two days of Surrey photos, it’s fairly clear the new GBG pubs were decent enough, apart from that first one. Even better, most of them were in places I’d never heard of. And Cranleigh claims to be “nearly England’s biggest village“, which makes my ignorance shameful. Pubmeister may correct me, but… Continue reading NO ROOM FOR CHRIS TAVARE ON THE CRANLEIGH WALL OF LEGENDS
You’ll notice a theme in this blog; the more I learn, the less I learn. Having been served beer soup with scum in it in the name of localism, I really should have taken the hint and stuck to mega brews. There were enough of those in the Sun in Dunfold, a pub with… Continue reading WHY DO I NEVER LEARN NOT TO GO FOR THE LOCAL BEER
I interrupt my tour of Surrey’s gastro horrors to pay homage to Stephen Hawking, a man bright enough to leave Oxford for Cambridge and its superior pubs as soon as he could. And of course, an inspiration to us all in overcoming the greatest challenges life throws at us. You’ll know Stephen as the man… Continue reading RAISING A GLASS OF HAANDBRYGGERIET “DEATH TO ALL BUT METAL” TO STEPHEN HAWKING
I was going to delight you with a report on one of the greatest pubs in the world, serving Bass from the jug to cheery folk on bench seats in front of a majestic fire*, but where’s the fun in that ? I know you really want to read about horrendous experiences in the… Continue reading WOES IN THE WEALD