Coming across the George Inn for the first time is like meeting an old friend. You feel you know it already from Christmas cards, Dickens and old movies. It is the archetypal coaching inn. You should really arrive in a stagecoach, but instead you get there how you can, walk through the wrought-iron gateway on Borough High Street, and there it is - the cobbled yard, the overhanging galleries, all still in daily use. It is a moving sight. It was going strong in 1542, the year Henry VIII executed his fifth wife.