It hadn't been a magical start to my Hampshire BRAPA debut trip. With the rain pouring down, I was grateful for the Citra-mobile guiding me around the more rural spots, with great company and local knowledge to boot (not just saying this so he offers to do it again, honest!)
North Warnborough had put up a decent if unspectacular showing, but both Long Sutton & Newnham had been, as the Twitter 2020's like to say, 'problematic'.
Thankfully, the sun had come out, and that was to herald an upturn in fortunes as we headed north into the awkwardly named village of Hartley Wintney - I never could get used to that 'ntn' consonant sequence all week. I'm sure they do these things to trip up the casual one time tourists!
I stepped up to the pub, very much Citra's chosen 'local' .......
|I got to ring the vintage pub bell, like a town crier|
|And down through the narrow corridor......|
|Little Tony (not his real face) does the greening|
|The Mary Kelly Suite offers a glimpse at indoor pub bliss|
|'Living the dream' in the gents|
|One of Citra's pals almost definitely loving having his photo taken|
|The guv'nor with Colin|
|Colin with his new minders - Big Nige and Big Steve|
|Colin masks up to impress friendly corner couple|
|A glorious pint|
|Toilet humour done properly|
Citra dropped me back at Hook Station, and I said so long, thanks and farewell for a cracking session which would've been impossible to achieve without him (or would've taken me about two days!) He would be back, with one of our afore mentioned Hartley heroes, so watch out for that in Part 10.
|I'm sure everyone in here was 18 years old when I took this photo!|
|Staff keeping busy|
|Oh please protect me Saint Steve|
|Probably the right place, it does ice cream anyway|
|Col's not getting out alive is he? |
|Muddy leg from cricket pitch walk. Trousers tomorrow!|
|At least I've located the ice cream|