We were really looking forward to venturing into the
Somerville Arms, an Everards Pub that was formerly voted as the local CAMRA
branch’s Pub of the Year. However, we’d fallen victim to the bank holiday
closing, and the Holly Bush was the next closest pub. It was another saloon bar
on entry, with two TVs in one corner while a pool table was hidden on the other
side of the pub in darkness. In between was the bar with a single Banks’s
Bitter hand pump. The beer wasn’t bad, but again it was the atmosphere that killed
it. The barmaid seemed to have brought her family along to watch her work, and
work with reluctance she certainly did. The pub itself seemed hastily
constructed out of timber, as if sprung up only to cater for the immediate
area. I got the feel that it was more of a local social club than anything
else.
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