After six (6) years I was back chauffeuring #PubMan Si as he ticks his way through the Good Book. And a great #PubMan he is - whilst I spent Saturday morning rolling round with sweaty men in skintight lycra he was already getting in two (2) pre-emptive ticks! I caught up with him at the second pre-emptive, the Surrey Hills Brewery. They've got an outside area where you can get a beer, but it didn't look like it even reached the lowly standards of most tap rooms.
Our first stop for the main business of the day was the Dolphin in Betchworth. What with me recovering from my exertions and, you know, driving, it was coke for me. Cracking looking pub though. It's run by Dorking brewery, a brewery that I must confess I've never been to.
The Cock Inn in Headley was next. It looked huge, and very foody. But they had Landlord on so I did have a half here. The weather was nice so we sat outside and took in the view. Being at a large country pub in Surrey got us on to the mysterious missing llamas. Si's folks had even stayed in the area but seen no llamas. As CAMRA has now branched out into campaigning on misleading information about evil keg lagers, perhaps misleading information about llamas could be next?
Then it was on to The Plough in Leigh, my favourite of the trip. We had to park some distance away, as there were loads of cars parked in the road outside due to a wedding. They had Harvey's Best on so once again I was forced to have a half. The grumpy barman was not impressed by Si walking the wrong way when trying to find the loo, which after some suspiciously foody places made this feel like a proper pub. Lots of people from the wedding soon arrived, and much to Si's horror started queuing at the bar and someone else tacked on to the end. As an experienced #PubMan Si was telling he'd just walk straight past. And how right he was, as when more people from the wedding arrived they went past Mr Tacked On and joined their friends. He'd have been served before they arrived if he'd used proper pub etiquette. Let that be a lesson to you!
I was excited by the next stop, The Royal Oak in Holmbury St Mary, as it was on the route of an old commute, but I'd never called in. I must confess I don't like to stop when I've escaped work and am heading home. Another big foody looking pub, we discussed the practicalities of pub ticking. With many years of experience under his belt Si pays a lot of attention to pre-emptives, particulaly in hard to get areas. But conversely, a new tick out in the sticks will be ignored on first appearance, in case it's a one year wonder. The first rules of pub ticking I heard from a friend were very strict. If a pub dropped out of the GBG it was lost and had to be re-ticked if it returned. The thought of this caused a look of horror to cross Simon's face, but we both agreed that using those rules ticking the whole Good Beer Guide would be simply impossible.
After that we found ourselves at a big pub that looked like it was set up for food: The Bricklayers Arms in Shamley Green. The conversation turned to music here, as I'd seen a few punk bands recently. I may be lagging behind on pubs, but I'm definitely up on gigs.
Our last port of call was a pub I'd actually been to before: The Good Intent in Puttenham. As he'd had six pints got up at five Si had a power nap on the way over. As someone committed to responsible drinking I did suggest I could take him straight to the station, but he had no time for such poltroonery! You don't get to tick the whole Good Beer Guide if you give in that easily! So with a new burst of energy he sprang to life and shot into the pub. Great pub it is too. And they had Landlord on. Puttenham is the home of the last historic hop farm in the Farnham area, but sadly this is to be their last year. The (coir) thread is still not quite broken though, as the nearby Hogs Back brewery grow their own hops.
Then it was on to Woking station. I headed home, as I had The Crown to get to that evening, and Si was on his way back up north. I hope his journey went well, I did see there was no ESB at the Parcel Yard, which was not a good omen.

















