Commandeering the jukebox in the 3 Lions, Godalming

Today’s post comes to you courtesy of the Museum, a (now) Butcombe pub in Cranborne Chase. Look very closely at the little jars below; they’ll become relevant when I get to my reports from End of the Road. The Museum one of the poshest pubs ever to grace the GBG. My next pub isn’t posh,… Continue reading Commandeering the jukebox in the 3 Lions, Godalming

DRUNKEN BILLIARD PLAYERS OF GODALMING STEAL MY DUPPY RUM

August 2023. Godalming. We’d paid zero (0) pounds to camp in Godalming and we were going to get our money’s worth. Leaving the bustling Star to the drunk billiards women we stopped to admire the puffer fish, and the high street, and then ignored the interesting looking pre-emptives in favour of the Spoons. Long an… Continue reading DRUNKEN BILLIARD PLAYERS OF GODALMING STEAL MY DUPPY RUM

YOUNGS, NEVER ORDINARY IN THE RICHMOND ARMS, GODALMING

August 2023. Godalming. You can learn a lot by looking at a Retired Martin Ordnance Survey extract. Godalming looks particularly alluring, doesn’t it ? Hills, National Trust river navigations, Lammas Lands, a Ladygarden and the birthplace (at Charterhouse school) of Genesis. OK, scrub that last bit. Never did get Genesis, something to do with poorly… Continue reading YOUNGS, NEVER ORDINARY IN THE RICHMOND ARMS, GODALMING