I apologize for this column being a week late, but I've been extremely busy. Life has been a little too real lately, so I'd like to take a break with a review of an unreal pub. The Six Bells, a former coaching inn located on the A284 near Arundel, is a deceptive place in all respects. When you first enter it seems like a pub; it's a tiny old inn with low beamed ceilings and two or three bar stools pushed up against an extremely hard-to-get-up-to bar. On one side is a nice big inglenook fireplace where mysterious wooden pegs of no obvious function are embedded in the bricks above the fire. When we stopped in during a weekend lunchtime the place was bustling with locals eating traditional pub lunches, and there wasn't enough room to swing a cat, much less six bells. But here's where the deception starts: whereas the idea of "locals" in a country pub brings to mind farmers, sailors, artists, and other hands-on workers thirsty for a pint after a hard morning of work, these "locals" were mostly in suits. In fact, I'm surprised I didn't hear a constant chorus of mobile phones while we were there; seeing as how 40% of the British population own mobile phones, you'd think in a place full of suits the percentage would be more like 70%. Perhaps, like the Clarendon Inn in Sandgate, this is a Mobile-Free Zone. | ![]() |