More undiscovered England for you. Though no doubt Dick and Dave have been here. They’ve been everywhere. If you look closely the main surviving structure at Bramber Castle resembles BRAPA. I believe the Normans knocked down the rest to avoid it being turned into a micro pub by rampaging Kentish men. A peaceful site with… Continue reading BRAMBER CASTLE
SHOREHAM : SUMMER IN FEBRUARY
Especially for our American readers, this is Trump-inspired global warming in Sussex. 20 degrees Centigrade and still February, gentlefolk in short sleeves, tickers in meltdown.. It didn’t last long, but our early summer brought folk to the coast, staring aimlessly at the sea, debating that cup of tea and a scone, popping in Boots… Continue reading SHOREHAM : SUMMER IN FEBRUARY
“RHIANNA’S GOT A WHOLE PLAN TO RID ME OF MY KNEECAPS”
Makes a better title than “Finishing East Sussex at Brighton Bier Haus“, anyway. A lively end to the night in Brighton, the seafront full of revellers who had apparently run a few miles or got their tatts done, possibly not at the same time. I’d actually convinced myself I’d been to the Brighton Bierhaus, before,… Continue reading “RHIANNA’S GOT A WHOLE PLAN TO RID ME OF MY KNEECAPS”
ALL THAT JAZZ
Short posts for a while, getting seriously behind and Aberdeen will make it worse. On to my penultimate East Sussex pub, and thankfully back to a traditional name after all those silly Red Lions and Five Bells. I can assure Mark Crilley this is the only Lion and Lobster in the UK, so I now… Continue reading ALL THAT JAZZ
HOVE’S BLIND BUSKER – A STERLING EFFORT
Three pubs to visit in Brighton & Hove (Albion) to finish East Sussex, so I’d picked the reliable if dingy Travelodge in Preston Park. The walk through Brighton suburbia toward Hove is alternative tourism at its best. On the way I tried to make sure I didn’t hear the City v Chelsea score, as I… Continue reading HOVE’S BLIND BUSKER – A STERLING EFFORT
SUNSET OVER SEAFORD
A lot of pubs in these posts; I must have been in a hurry to finish Sussex. Seaford was the end of the line, so I had 41 minutes to get to the White Lion and back AND find something new and interesting about a town I only visited last June. Excitingly, the White Lion… Continue reading SUNSET OVER SEAFORD
LEWES LIFTS THE SPIRITS
When you’ve just been called out on your blog for being grumpy it’s a bonus if the next post comes from Lewes. I don’t think I’ve ever left Harvey’stown without a spring in my step. Oh, there was this. Looking back at my last post from here, I could basically just copy and paste what… Continue reading LEWES LIFTS THE SPIRITS
PRAVHA, PASHMINAS, PLAYBOYS
Yes, a rash of grumpy posts till I catch up. Quite how I’ll do that on the Sleeper from Euston to Aberdeen tomorrow (mostly Scottish lagers on board), I’ve no idea. Next up is a delightful looking country pub in the heart of classic car land somewhere north of Lewes. Loads of dining places… Continue reading PRAVHA, PASHMINAS, PLAYBOYS
HAYWARD’S HELL
Just when you think you’ve seen it all… I have lists of favourite towns of course, but also a lifelong interest in finding a truly hapless town. If pressed, the average Briton would come up with a list of places they’ve never actually been to. Bootle, Grimsby, Luton, York etc. etc. They’d surely never pick… Continue reading HAYWARD’S HELL
“WARNING: This is a Proper Pub”
Well, we’ll be the judge of that, won’t we ? First stop in Sussex (West) is that intriguing breed, the community-owned pub. Balcombe’s Half Moon could be one of those all-out gastros that guarantee gentkefolk a supply of £7.95 sandwiches, or one of the drinking clubs where middle-class pashmina wearers block the bar and the… Continue reading “WARNING: This is a Proper Pub”
