|A bit like Most Haunted|
I had no idea what ghostly goings on were waiting for me as I stood at a Reigate bus stop, determined to get to my last remaining rural Surrey outlier, a few miles to the north of town.
It didn't take long until I pressed the bell, just up from Lower Kingswood, and crossed the crazy Brighton Road, meandering down Chipstead Lane where things became very leafy very quickly. Luckily, there was the thinnest of footpaths but not enough to stop me occasionally getting prickled by a bramble hedge.
|Is this what I hope it is?|
I was just starting to think that this pub didn't actually exist (rumour has it they throw one into every GBG just for shits and giggles, usually in West Wales or Plymouth but not always) when I saw a sturdy looking old inn twinkling from behind some barrels ......
Back in Reigate, it was time for the 25th pub of the holiday, and the last one of the day:
'Si, tell me, as a frequent visitor to Halifax and Bournemouth's beer scenes but being less familiar with Reigate, how would you describe this one?' I hear you asking. Okay, bit overly specific but here goes. 'Somewhere halfway between Micro Moose and Kobenhavn, thanks for asking' would be my reply. Cheers! Oh, and welcome to GBG debutant, Hop Stop Bar, Reigate (1767 / 3196), a surprisingly deep, spacious yet cosy continental style boozer to help restore your faith in the town if you needed it (I did!) An electronic beer list (ooh la la) glimmered to my right, small groups of friends dotted everywhere reminded me you don't need a friendly cauliflower mascot to have a good time. So comfortable was I, I stayed for a second (okay, train timings back to Guildford may have been a factor) so I went for a 'Look Around You' cos I loved the TV series. Thanks ants .... thants! You know it. Strong stuff, ooof good grief, I went from having all the time in the world to trying to force down those last few sips. But at £7.40, determined to enjoy every droplet. This holiday has reminded me that good pubs need good people, and cannot be great on beer alone, so it was great when James who worked here came over for a friendly BRAPA based chat. By my final swig of beer, I was describing this place as having a "nicotine 1970's Scandanavian jazz sex lounge atmosphere". Surely that wasn't the beer talking? The pub approved though, and now we are friends on Twitter, gawd bless. Time to stagger back to Guildford. I'm not drunk, you are.
I still want to tell you about one last pub, my first on day 5, and aware this is turning into a classically overly wordy BRAPA blog!
It was raining, grim and bloody miserable as I arrived in Staines. The front of my right knee (it is usually the back of the left) was aching, for the first time, this epic pub holiday was taking it's toll!
Daddy BRAPA did his best to lighten the mood with his favourite Staines piece of info:
If Mistress Quickly was an early days pub ticker, I guess I can understand her comment. Otherwise, I'm not totally sold.
THREE new pub ticks after the THREE I did in 2020. Cheers Staines CAMRA you evil horrors!
One looked very closed from everything I'd read on the net, that was London Stone , a sort of gig venue by the sounds of it, casualty of lockdown perhaps, but I wanted definitive proof if I was gonna be claiming 'Surrey completion' ......
There must be an entrance somewhere? So I circle the building like looking for the away end, and see a door facing onto the THAMES SIDE (the clue was in the name all along!) ......
I proceed with caution, it looks more like a brewery than a pub, but then being called Thames Side Brewery & Tap Room (1768 / 3197) I cannot be too surprised by this revelation. I hurdle two dogs, one of whom is wearing the same mustard jumper as those two barmaids in Dorking's Cricketers. I wedge myself in by the bar scanning the pumps, and order an Egyptian Goose. All their ales are bird themed, which is a coincidence as this is the first time I've brought my Bird I-Spy book with me this holiday - more on that in Part 10. He tells me he'll bring it upstairs, and points me towards this harsh looking staircase. After what had been an inauspicious start, I'm delighted to see the room open up into a comfortable, plush furnished, bright and rather decadent room, with large windows afforded great views over the Thames and an interesting looking jukebox. The colour scheme screamed Shrewsbury Town, not sure if this was the intention. In any case, I hadn't been expecting this, but rather a couple of cold metal benches and rain dripping on me. This was lovely. It got better too, as first the young dude who served me stayed for a chat, pint was on top form, and then main man Andy came over too to introduce himself. Both top blokes, and like in Hop Stop the previous night, it really does warm the heart when people make the effort. Sad to stand up really, rail wasn't letting up, but I must crack on! Which I'll tell you about on Friday, I'll leave you with the pics, ta for reading.
|Top jumper pal!|