Lately, it has been rather wet. It’s that autumnal time of year again, when the leaves are browning but not crisping, because it rains too much for that. I went for a ride on a Friday, which is a nice day to go, because it falls between week and weekend from a traffic perspective. This is a mixed bag in autumn, because wet roads glare with the low-angled sun, and spray when a car or truck passes, and take longer to dry with fewer hot engines passing over them.
I went to the Mill at Gomshall, off the A25 between Dorking and Guildford, which has gone through at least 4 sts of management since I first discovered it. So far they have all maintained the nicely paved parking.
The current, post-covid management has clearly put some thought into things, because they had the fire going. They took one look at my blue-tinged self and seated me cosily next to it, despite not officially being open just quite yet. They supplied me with coffee and a menu - the latter in expectation of opening in the next ten minutes. The menu changes every set of management and again, this lot have thought about it. It’s a nice balance between variety and still being small enough to do it all properly. This is not an easy balance to strike.
As cold as the day was, and as glaring as the road was, I have added this pub back to my winter rides list.
