The White Hart in Aldeburgh is unashamedly bougie: people remove their Birkenstocks and slip into scuffed Blundstone boots as soon as they reach the butcher’s shop (superb sausage rolls).
This pub is the leveller. It’s where locals and second home owners collide in a flurry of Suffolk ale and spongy pizzas. Inside, a seaside pub: one ornamental room clad in wood like the hull of a ship. Outside, the meeting place: dog walkers, tourists, and fish and chips queuers congregate.
