5 minutes on the train back from Worthing and I jumped off at mysterious Angmering. It’s an anagram of Ring Angme, a 12th century Sussex mystic, apparently. Well, it’s not as mysterious as Sompting or Ferring, and the aerial shot says “built up suburban area next to pebbly beach“. Two new micro ticks, each 20… Continue reading NOT ‘ANGING AROUND IN ANGMERING
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“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
A DALLIANCE WITH DURRINGTON-ON-SEA
Just checking the definition of dalliance, it may not have been the best choice of word, but alliteration beats everything. Monday dawned (only 3 days behind !), Mrs RM left for some corporate gig near Brighton station, and after a leisurely flat white and toastie I set off behind her on my own “gig”. Stafford… Continue reading A DALLIANCE WITH DURRINGTON-ON-SEA
HAS THE MICRO TIDE TURNED IN WORTHING ?
What a marvellous sight Worthing’s Henty Arms is. Sky Sports, vintage motor, sign with the sign fallen out. Sunday lunch, “Child friendly”. The antithesis of the “people like us only” micro that had dominated new entries in the Sussex sections of the Beer Guide in recent years (honourable exceptions like Anchored in Worthing exempted).… Continue reading HAS THE MICRO TIDE TURNED IN WORTHING ?
NIGHTS OVER EGYPT, AFTERNOONS ON THE ARUN
The journey to Littlehampton takes about an hour, and gives you chance to admire happy motorists queueing at suburban Worthing‘s infinite supply of railway barriers. This was, inexplicably, my third trip to Littlehampton in six months, after a failed and then successful raid on the Steam Packet. I distinctly remember looking at the Arun View… Continue reading NIGHTS OVER EGYPT, AFTERNOONS ON THE ARUN
THE DREGS OF WORTHING
Odd one this. I’d arranged to meet John, the Wonder of Wittering, in Littlehampton for a seaside crawl. But our pub was unexpectedly shut (and wasn’t a micro). Even worse, I hadn’t had time to park up in my usual secret spot in Pompey and make the train across, so I was going to… Continue reading THE DREGS OF WORTHING
WET WET WORTHING
If you’re getting bored of Sussex, spare a thought for me; I’ve spent 27% of my life in B&Bs there this year, which sounds like a BRAPA stat. Nearly done, and Worthing never disappoints. One way or the other. More great street art for you near the station, anyway. Unless you’re a member of the… Continue reading WET WET WORTHING
A TRIBUTE TO KNITTED SEAGULLS IN EAST PRESTON
There is such little justification in giving the Clockhouse in East Preston its own post that I’m going to do just that. It’s not the best pub in Worthing, let alone West Sussex, but it has possibly has the cheeriest barman, and I know these things matter to BRAPA. East Preston is nowhere near… Continue reading A TRIBUTE TO KNITTED SEAGULLS IN EAST PRESTON
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