August 2023. Petworth. Well, Greater Petworth, anyway. The Welldiggers is on the exciting road out towards our room for the night, a car park in Billingshurst, from whence we will complete the GBG for Sussex. It’s almost exhilarating, though not quite Rousay levels. Nice looking country pub, 8/10 for the literal sign. It’s not known… Continue reading FORK HANDLES
Tag: West Sussex
A LANGHAM REDEMPTION IN LODSWORTH
August 2023. Lodsworth, West Sussex. Back from four days in Cranborne Chase where the internet is “intermittent to non-existent”, I’ve a few posts to catch up on from the end of August. The refunds due to my beloved Patronised readers who were guaranteed daily posts could bankrupt me. Pints in the borderlands between Guildford and… Continue reading A LANGHAM REDEMPTION IN LODSWORTH
WEST SUSSEX HAS FALLEN IN EAST GRINSTEAD
On the Friday we collected the campervan, which had been cold and lonely overnight in Horsham, and were given long, immediately forgotten instructions about straps. To celebrate, we popped into East Grinstead on the way back to Newhaven, allowing me to complete West Sussex GBG entries for another year at the Engine Room. I’d been… Continue reading WEST SUSSEX HAS FALLEN IN EAST GRINSTEAD
“I LOVE YOUR LOO”
Wednesday night in Worthing. Another 25 minute slog from the Cricketers to the Fox & Finch. BRAPA would have taken a taxi, but then he’s made of money. Or Colin is. The first Worthing micro of the night. The town has the best of the breed, and the worst. That’s why I rarely lump 2… Continue reading “I LOVE YOUR LOO”
OLD MAN
Well, this was good. The Cricketers in Worthing’s Broadwater suburb, which sounds very edgy but turns out to be as edgy as Petts Green or Heaton Chapel. On the 25 minute stretch from the Brewhouse & Kitchen I pass prep schools, a cemetery, a Domino’s, and have to waiting about 4 hours for trains to… Continue reading OLD MAN
“YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE TICKING” SAYS WORTHING
These next few posts are a bit dull. Which is fine, because so is Worthing. But never mind the quality, feel the ticks. A massive FIVE (5), newbies, and one (1) of them isn’t a micropub, which is an error Adur CAMRA may need to investigate but is surely a Covid issue. No other town… Continue reading “YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE TICKING” SAYS WORTHING
PRIDE DRINKING WELL IN BARNHAM. BEFORE IT GETS KNOCKED ALL OVER MY DAD’S JUMPER
Day 1 of our Sussex Saunter and a night in Horsham Travelodge. #LivingTheDream Sadly, Mrs RM had to prep for phone calls with angry Frenchmen, so I set off for the GBG fleshpots of Worthing on my own. Nearly an hour on the train, as it has to wobble down to the edge of Bognor… Continue reading PRIDE DRINKING WELL IN BARNHAM. BEFORE IT GETS KNOCKED ALL OVER MY DAD’S JUMPER
THE 4.45pm PINT IN THE BASKETMAKERS
Even more short posts coming up, I’m afraid, which will delight those of you who just want to see pictures of foaming pints with angry locals in the background, but frustrate the reader who wishes to read the detailed history of minor Susses towns. Arriving back in Brighton at 4.30pm I suddenly realised I hadn’t… Continue reading THE 4.45pm PINT IN THE BASKETMAKERS
HARVEY’S OLD
One more tick to knock West Sussex on the head for another GBG year. The Barley Mow at Walderton another one down tiny roads; John was clutching the Good Book he’d actually bought in the Royal Oak for comfort as I arrived in Breakneck Lane at about 5mph. A pub obscured by cars, but I… Continue reading HARVEY’S OLD
NEW TICKING TACTICS IN HOOKSWAY
There’s a number of ways to skin a Good Beer Guide (no, not a Stanley knife). Some, like Duncan “The Pubmeister” get their chauffeur Parker Martin to leave the engine running while they nip across the A584 for a half of DIPA necked in 30 seconds before leaping into a moving car and speeding off… Continue reading NEW TICKING TACTICS IN HOOKSWAY
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