My ride from Shenfield to Terling was unexceptional enough. I got to The Monkey, aka the Terling Inn, aka The Rayleigh Arms to find Huggy sat on his lonesome. Tomsk turned up a few minutes after me.
It's good that the pub is open and is a community resource, there were some locals in chatting and playing darts, but as a destination boozer it's well short of the mark. The place is vast with high ceilings and consequently has a complete lack of atmosphere. It was almost bad enough to be a GBG pub
except for the fact that I had to return my second pint as it had a funny smell.
I'm looking forward to The Cats next week