Long and winding.
Winding, slightly?
Long? Well, in a short way.
The foreground lamppost breaks this picture but also symbolically says "yeah, what of it?" with a scruffy, punk snarl.
Shortly after this picture was taken the lamppost wandered into the kids park on the right, took a few spins on the roundabout and then vomited over the swings.
That building on the right was The Earl of Arundel and Surrey. It's now a bicycle shop.
There used to be a lot more variety in the type of pubs. Now many decent ones have gone, having been knocked into huge barn like rooms with no character or turned into supermarkets, houses, shops, or demolished.
Drinking history swept under the carpet, as much of the detail of history of that which is not imbued with an understood layer of identifiable cultural significance often is. This is also often a class based thing (this is not a class war anecdote, it's a fact), reference points of what would be considered more lower class pastimes tend to also have lower cultural cachet unless there is a specialist interest.
Words. And. Pictures.
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