Add in the almost continuous suburbia that stretches into neighbouring East Preston and Littlehampton and this is a significantly built-up bit of Sussex coast.
Great for fans of railway level crossings, kiteboarding, and micro pubs.
We set out westbound from our Worthing base to explore a little further afield. This started with a walk along the promenade until the wicked gusty winds got the better of us and we ducked inland at Goring to catch a bus to Littlehampton.
Littlehampton didn't immediately win me over when hopping off the bus.
Not even with someone's enthusiastic knitting adorning the trees and wooden benches on the pedestrianised main shopping street.

The town is home to just over 27,500 people who get to enjoy award winning beaches, three chip shops, a dozen pubs, a town museum, and a miniature railway.
The arcade was looking good...
The arcade was looking good...

Although it is remarkably missing a unit converted into a micropub.
Probably for the best, as Mrs PropUptheBar was sensibly insisting out first point of call should include a proper plate of food. Which is how we came to be in the White Hart.
The CAMRA website doesn't provide a wealth of information in this instance. Here's the entry in full:
"This pub has double bow fronted windows. It was originally called the Cob and Pen."
Well, I do like a double bow fronted window, even if I'm not so keen on Wainwright or Hobgoblin beer served in those dreadful glasses with a dimple three quarters of the way down.
There were a real cross-section of folks in this sizable open-plan pub - couples eating, Carling-drinking blokes, kids on roller skates (our choice of table was notably as far away from them as possible), locals with carrier bags sat under a TV displaying a 'there is a technical fault' blue screen. The seating by the fireplace looked comfy; the rear section was dominated by two pool tables; there was a nagging sense that you could somehow rearrange the furniture in a more effective way.The 'Hobgoblin' was passable, whilst a hefty plate of home-cooked food filled us up nicely,
With an empty glass and spotless plate in front of me, I whisked myself away for the quick diversion into Wetherspoon's a couple of doors along the road.
Not my best pub picture...
The George Inn (14-18 Surrey Street, Littlehampton, BN17 5BG)
This was predictably busy, highlighting the challenge that the White Hart faces when trying to tempt people in when they're fifty meters from the familiar menu, meal deals and cheap drinks of Spoons.
£2.99 a pint for my pick of one of the guest beers: 'Cuckoo', a 4.3% amber ale from Mauldons in Suffolk. Not the cheapest end of the JDW pricing scale and I don't think I ever did get any CAMRA 50p vouchers last year. Never mind, I'd have left them on the bookshelf at home anyway.
Nothing exciting happened in my short time in The George, an unremarkable L-shaped pub that looks exactly like you knew it would without having to actually step inside.
Littlehampton reveals its charms when you reach the harbour on the River Arun.
Okay, perhaps not the quirky decorations on this particular house...
Nearby, there are gulls circling holidaymaker fish and chips, an amusement park, and a lovely green area between the majestic whitewashed apartments of South Terrace and the pebbled beach.
The grey skies are defeating the blue over the boats in the harbour...

Stretching along the seafront is 'the longest bench' providing some practical seating and wackier art installation moments. It's great.

Littlehampton's current Beer Guide listed pub is a short walk out the town centre, but perfectly placed just a few strides inland from the East Beach Green, café and pitch & putt.

"Home is where the heart is" states the pub's website.
Or, in Mrs PropUptheBar's case, where you can hang your wet socks by the fireplace. Beach incident involving trying to coax the dog into the water and an unexpectedly big wave. No sympathy required.
The front room consisted the main bar counter and L-shaped seating areas, with a snug and a pool table to the rear.
I picked the Bowman 'Swift One' - a golden quaffing ale (the brewery's description, not mine) - served on good form and...erm...quaffable.

We were completely out of sync with bus times, finishing the Bowman beer 28-minutes before the next bus to the shopping parade at Rustington.
As it was only 30-minutes walk, we set out on foot through some dull housing estates. Our target was a new 2026 Beer Guide entry called The Quill...
As it was only 30-minutes walk, we set out on foot through some dull housing estates. Our target was a new 2026 Beer Guide entry called The Quill...

This is somewhere at completely the opposite end of the micro pub spectrum to Worthing's Green Man or Anchored, or to the originals in Kent.
It's been open since early December 2023 in what was originally an electrical shop.
Far too smart for my liking. Green leather cushioned bar stools, a bit of botanical wallpaper, flowers, the name in lights at the end of the room.

The trade was good, with all tables taken inside, as many (if not more) folks on the wine as the cask ale.
Great choice of cask though, which I had extra time to peruse thanks to the obnoxious lady who all but shoved me out the way in an all important insistence at being served first.
"You can't possibly buy these, you brought us lunch", "No I insist", "No really we'll get the white wines", "No, I've already got my card out..." Arggggggg!
Great choice of cask though, which I had extra time to peruse thanks to the obnoxious lady who all but shoved me out the way in an all important insistence at being served first.
"You can't possibly buy these, you brought us lunch", "No I insist", "No really we'll get the white wines", "No, I've already got my card out..." Arggggggg!

The outdoor tables in the sunshine may have been taken, but we were happy to escape to peace and quiet in the shade with views of the local shops.
The local Arundel 'Castle Ale' was on decent form but a fairly ordinary bitter. Then realising we had a bit of time to spare, I popped back to the bar for the Three Acre 'West Coast Ale' - a very good, peachy 5.6% IPA. A mistake, as we almost missed the bus thanks to me having to queue for the solitary gents toilet.
We caught bus 701 to the Strand, leaving us a 10-minute walk between the railway line and a ploughed field. Where's the sunshine gone...
The local Arundel 'Castle Ale' was on decent form but a fairly ordinary bitter. Then realising we had a bit of time to spare, I popped back to the bar for the Three Acre 'West Coast Ale' - a very good, peachy 5.6% IPA. A mistake, as we almost missed the bus thanks to me having to queue for the solitary gents toilet.
We caught bus 701 to the Strand, leaving us a 10-minute walk between the railway line and a ploughed field. Where's the sunshine gone...

At the end of the footpath you'll find the Henty Arms...

This is a good-looking large pub, named after the brewers Henty & Constable who took over in 1927 (the Chichester brewery would later be gobbled up by the Watney empire in 1954). Prior to that, this pub had been the New Inn since its construction in 1830.
It's a rarity these days to find the lounge and public bars completely separate and served by their own entrances, a bar counter straddling both inside.

We entered the lounge bar and I ordered a half of 'Sussex Best'.
How long to the next bus Mrs PropUptheBar?
"Four minutes."
Dammit. Four minutes with the jeopardy of a level-crossing between us and the bus stop meant about 30-seconds for the beer. Does that even count as a pub tick?
We hopped aboard the number 11, running early, and let this take us back into the western reaches of Worthing to another micro.
How long to the next bus Mrs PropUptheBar?
"Four minutes."
Dammit. Four minutes with the jeopardy of a level-crossing between us and the bus stop meant about 30-seconds for the beer. Does that even count as a pub tick?
We hopped aboard the number 11, running early, and let this take us back into the western reaches of Worthing to another micro.

The Flynn was doing a roaring trade, plenty of people within the narrow bar, several outside in front where the sun appears to have come out again since that grey walk across the fields.
It originally opened as the Georgi Fin in 2017 in a former men's clothes store. New owners took over in 2024 and undertook a bit of a refurb and a name change that didn't veer too far from the original.

I rather liked it. Lots of character, helped by the crowd of folks and soundtrack of multiple conversations, space for a dart board, and ample pump clip decoration.
The drinks range included crafty keg lines, several ciders, and four cask pumps with beers from Pentrich, Long Man, Time & Tide, and Silent Brew. The latter was a 'Rich Millionaire' chocolate caramel and biscuit stout. Easy pick for me, then.
An odd disparity in pint and half-pint pricing saw cask at £4.50 for a big one, £2.60 for a half, which I really don't agree with - 70p for the extra glass-wash for anyone trying to halves?
The drinks range included crafty keg lines, several ciders, and four cask pumps with beers from Pentrich, Long Man, Time & Tide, and Silent Brew. The latter was a 'Rich Millionaire' chocolate caramel and biscuit stout. Easy pick for me, then.
An odd disparity in pint and half-pint pricing saw cask at £4.50 for a big one, £2.60 for a half, which I really don't agree with - 70p for the extra glass-wash for anyone trying to halves?
Although I do agree with the free cheese from the weekend buffet, which briefly filled a gap and allowed us to squeeze in one more micro before making a beeline for tea at The Original Chipwick (excellent!).
We returned glasses to the bar at The Flynn and scooted up Reigate Road towards West Worthing station.
The football crowd had deterred us from The Foresters when we passed this on our first day in town, so second time lucky with a decent number of custom but space for us to sit comfortably at the back.
I enjoyed a super stout from New Mills' Torrside Brewery in the Foresters. A fine beer to end an excursion through the towns and 'burbs to the west of Worthing centre.
I'll close this post with the bright picture of the pier that was missing from the previous Worthing post.
Thanks for reading/skimming/looking at the pictures/worrying about Mrs PropUptheBar's wet feet.
We returned glasses to the bar at The Flynn and scooted up Reigate Road towards West Worthing station.
The football crowd had deterred us from The Foresters when we passed this on our first day in town, so second time lucky with a decent number of custom but space for us to sit comfortably at the back.
I enjoyed a super stout from New Mills' Torrside Brewery in the Foresters. A fine beer to end an excursion through the towns and 'burbs to the west of Worthing centre.
I'll close this post with the bright picture of the pier that was missing from the previous Worthing post.
Thanks for reading/skimming/looking at the pictures/worrying about Mrs PropUptheBar's wet feet.


































