Someone in our family ran a pub a long time ago in Reigate Foreign which is an old fashioned name for the marshy land on the edge of Reigate – he was a shoe maker from a big family who moved to this area because the railroad was being built here and guess saw an opportunity. If you pass through Redhill or Reigate on the way to London – you probably wouldnt notice much. Found this blog which is all about the story of brewing in Reigate and Redhill just south of London.
My own close encounter with Redhill, some time ago went with friends potholing close to Redhill and remember hugest relief emerging out of a hole in the middle of a field plastered in mud, like a mole. Only a dustbin lid in the ground would ever tell you it was there.