I suppose that the one upside of all of this extreme changeable weather with torrential downpours one minute / bright sunshine the next, was the chance of a rainbow:
Not that I was expecting to find a pot of gold at the end of it, but I wasn't far off.
Sunbury-on-Thames seems a surprisingly inaccessible place to me. Sure, it has a train line (miles from the centre of course in the time honoured 'this part of Surrey' tradition), it isn't a train line which is particular useful in terms of other Surrey locations, and despite being a stones throw from Walton-on-Thames, you can't cross the Thames because there is no bridge. It all struck me as rather inconvenient!
But patience will always be rewarded in this game, and as I strode out down the main road, trying to avoid being splashed as cars drove through giant puddles, the pub came into view. People were smoking outside, always a good sign, so I went for the stealthy across the road approach as smokers do like a good growl or sarky comment.
Admiral Hawke, Sunbury-on-Thames (1754 / 3183) is the name, and providing the most authentic pub atmosphere since my trip to Lichfield on 7th March 2020 was the game! Paying £4.70 for a pint of Razorback was the one thing that didn't really chime with the whole environment (Thames premium?) but as I counted it out carefully in coins I'd probably had since Lichfield, passing it to a curmudgeonly wheezing old guv'nor, who painstakingly double checked I wasn't pulling a fast one, I did feel very much like I was in a pub of old. Locals lounged around the traditional old bar area, laughing and joking, and given this rare pub-tastic opportunity, I asked them to budge up so I could squash into the corner between them. The fact that I was wearing shorts seemed to be notable, but only because a guy in shorter shorts than me was promising to tell a 'great story' as to how he came to have a tattoo of a swallow on his right leg. Well, he built up the suspense, capturing the whole pubs attention, before (from memory), it was the biggest anti climax ever. Guinness the dog kept putting his toy in front of me and expecting me to chuck it somewhere, anywhere (there isn't room, sorry mi old mate!) and just when conversation had calmed down to halogen heaters, the main lady leapt back three feet, letting out a shriek, for a giant 'spider/daddy long legs thing' had just crawled across the bottom of her glass. Aren't pubs great? 21st June? Dare I dream?
With no obvious route back to Guildford from here, my final pub of the night ended up being in that impossible to finish south-west Londonny part of the world, as I jumped off at Kingston.
I'd had a nice day here with Daddy BRAPA and his chum Eddie a couple of years back. But the Good Beer Guide did what the Good Beer Guide does best, and decided there were NOW other pubs I should be visiting in 2021. Two actually.
Now I know what you are thinking, 'gotta push through the pain barrier and do both Si' but truth be told, I was spent. By which I mean tired. By which I mean I had nothing left to give. Okay, I was drunk. I tottered to the closest, with a sudden unusual craving for ..... CHOCOLATE.
Okay, so I was going to blame the trees for obscuring the pub sign but now I look at the photo again, there is no excuse, it is not the Cadbury Arms, it is the Canbury Arms, Kingston (1755 / 3184). Amazingly, I'd make a similar chocolate pub name mistake in Essex before the month was out. Well, this was a 'contrasting atmosphere' with the previous pub if ever there was one. London at its most London. Bright shiny decor, boom boom boom of background music, cutesie staff whipping out stonebaked pizzas on boards to awkward students. A young lad just beyond me was not plying his date with wine, but rather topping up her water - they then discussed the need to stay hydrated! The yoof of today, how old I felt here in this pub! Yes, a very different energy. Colin, who had been so garrulous in the previous pub mainly as he had the same shaped head as most of the locals, refused to emerge from the BRAPA bag here. Ordering a pint of Harvey's Best at least once in a BRAPA holiday not only seems the polite thing to down south, but does actually make me feel 1.3% more southern. Sacrilege to say, but I'm not always a fan. Occasionally, I really enjoy it. This one did at least leave its mark, almost literally, I felt a gurgling sensation, then had to dash, it had gone through me Old Laxey style! Thankfully, the loos were where I'd hoped they'd be. A positive end to a tricky last pub.
|Reasons to celebrate after a successful trip to the gents|
|Very much my mood by this point of the evening|
He tootled up to the Travelodge, and his commitment to assist the BRAPA cause is even more worthy when it is noted that he had to drive all the way up to Scotland the next day. And not even easy Scotland.
We started at the most distant one, and I couldn't believe Surrey have managed to find a GBG tucked into the SW corner of the county even further away than Churt's wonderful Crossways Inn.
|Ed is back! And Col is delighted to see him|
|Col ready for a pint of the Biscuit|
|Had to crane my neck and hips to the left, zoom in, and stretch a bit more, just for a clear pub photo!|
"I'm sure Ed would agree with me when I say the Bluebell, Dockenfield (1756 / 3185) was not one of the most memorable pubs we'll ever visit in our lifetimes. I wrote 'dull A.F.' in my notes at the time, unfair or not? Comment below if you've ever been."ReplyDelete
Well yes I agree, despite the pleasant setting I too found it rather dull as well as the beer on my one and only visit a couple of summers ago.
Yes, I certainly agree. Restaurant, not pub.ReplyDelete
Glad I wasn’t only one, was worried I’d not been concentrating and missed some hidden depths . Oh well, it is done (thanks to Ed) and I’ll never have to go back 😃ReplyDelete
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