All things to all people is usually a polite insult — but surely that’s what a truly good pub should be. In the case of the Merry Harriers, a gorgeously renovated inn in the village of Hambledon dating back to the 16th century, it’s a full-hearted compliment.
Settle down in the window seat, glancing back at the sweeping view of the Surrey Hills as the sun begins its winter descent, and watch a regular nursing a pint at the bar, office lanyard still dangling; listen to the gentle hubbub of a floristry class in the ox-blood-painted, vinyl-piled record room round the corner; admire the cheery patience of the bar staff as a chattering group toast the end of their long lunch with pints of Guinness and shots of the baby version.
