So, if you want to walk in the footsteps of Elizabeth, Joyce, Ibrahim, and Ron, here’s my advice: start at Frensham Pond Hotel for the vibe, then head to Bletchingley for the church and The White Hart pub. End your day at Walton Heath Golf Club—grab a cuppa, not a club. (Unless you’re actually playing golf, which is fine too.)
The best part? You don’t need to solve a murder to enjoy these spots. They’re genuinely gorgeous, picture-perfect slices of English life. Just remember: if an old lady with a floral sweater and a knowing smile offers you a biscuit and says, “I have a little theory,” run. Or sit down and listen. Because that’s the whole point of the Club, isn’t it?
Now, go forth and be a sleuth—just please don’t chase any suspicious-looking pensioners. They might be filming season two. No, I won’t tell you where.
