April 2025. Titley. Tastsfield. Surrey. In 2017 I brought you the first instalment in my award-winning series “Pub Walks from Clacket Lane Services;, a visit to Botley Hill Farmhouse you could just about make within the 2 hours parking if you get a sprint on. It’s taken 8 years, the duration of Donald Trump’s current… Continue reading PUB WALKS FROM CLACKET LANE SERVICES. No. 2 – TITSEY BREWERY TAP
Tag: Surrey
HALF A DOZEN PUBS IN EVERY GBG COUNTY. No. 40 – SURREY
Surrey, eh ? What even IS Surrey ? Middlesex has Russell Grant to fight its corner. Who will fight for Surrey ? Alec Stewart ? Graham Roope ? Where would you direct the bloke landing at Heathrow from Chicago or Michigan if he said “I MUST go to Surrey ?”. I do like a challenge. But… Continue reading HALF A DOZEN PUBS IN EVERY GBG COUNTY. No. 40 – SURREY
NEW HAW ON SUNDAY
January 2024. New Haw. Addlestone. From Buckingham we headed round the M25 to the in-laws, a decent journey enlivened by a quick stop in that odd area of scruffy Surrey below Heathrow, You might not think it’s scruffy when a 2 bed Maisonette in Addlestone or Byfleet costs £2.8 million, but there’s not much sign… Continue reading NEW HAW ON SUNDAY
“Cash is our preferred method of payment”
Just heading back from our annual mud and Americana/punk/weird stuff festival in Dorset. Day 2 saw long queues at the Craft bar as the internet went on strike and the folk dispensing Lost & Grounded and Beak weren’t allowed to take cash. If you thought the Sleaford Mods were angry you’ve never seen Mrs RM… Continue reading “Cash is our preferred method of payment”
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
THE STAR OF GODALMING
August 2023. Godalming. You don’t make Mrs RM walk two miles from a parked campervan, to the very end of the High Street, and then retire for the night after one pub, not when you can’t get anywhere else for another new tick (I think my closest pub I still “needed” was in Uxbridge). Not… Continue reading THE STAR OF GODALMING
GODALMING THE HARD WAY
August 2023. Godalming. On this date a year ago Mrs RM and I drove 268 miles (apparently) to crack the back of the Highlands and bring Beer Guide completion within reach. I still have nightmares about pubs being closed that week. The trip to finish Surrey was less demanding, and had the added advantage of… Continue reading GODALMING THE HARD WAY
BUFFALO SOLDIER, TICKING IN ADDLESTONE
June 2023. Addlestone. Not to be confused with Atherstone, no not at all. Tucked away just inside the M25, 20 minutes from Heathrow, a world apart from Virginia Water (new Guide entry closed due to fire) and Chertsey and Weybridge; Addlestone is as gritty as Surrey gets. In HG Wells’ War of the Worlds the… Continue reading BUFFALO SOLDIER, TICKING IN ADDLESTONE
SURREY HAS FALLEN
I really didn’t want to write about Reigate. Much better you read BRAPA (here). “I don’t know if rain is particularly acidic in Reigate” wrote Si in 2020, and I’ll leave it there. Mrs RM groaned when she heard we were finishing Surrey in its dullest town (and I’ll defend Redhill, just make me), but… Continue reading SURREY HAS FALLEN
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