The Hare at Blean

Drive out towards Blean and you'll find yourself in proper commuter-belt territory, the sort of place where people actually live rather than just visit. The Hare sits on Blean Hill like it's been there forever, and frankly it probably has—it's got that comfortable, unpretentious feel of a pub that doesn't need to try too hard because it's already doing the thing right. You're getting real ale, proper pub food, and a room full of people who know each other's names. It's the kind of place you end up at on a Sunday afternoon and suddenly it's dark outside.