Worlds End

Walk past the slightly weathered frontage on London Road and you'll find yourself in a proper pub, the kind that doesn't feel the need to apologise for being a pub. It's got that lived-in comfort of a place that's been doing its thing for years without worrying about Instagram angles. The crowd's a genuine mix—locals propping up the bar, groups sprawled across tables, nobody performing. You'll clock real ale taps, decent spirits and the kind of honest drinking culture that's increasingly rare round these parts. It's unpretentious in a way that actually matters.