To the pub, usual time, drifting down well before last orders, and sadly these days it’s fairly empty. It’s a sign of the times, but there are maybe local issues which have affected the number of customers. I want to make it clear that’s it’s nothing to do with the new incumbents who are stout folk! The beer as usual is finely kept, for various reasons I am drinking wine ( to be frank, I’m not that keen on the brew on offer and also I do like wine!!) I am on the Australian and had a most enjoyable glass… or two!
It wasn’t that busy, but that’s fine by us, and a few friends were there who we greeted jovially. Husband was drinking Butcombe. I was drinking wine and we sat in a little nook, round the corner from the public bar. It wasn’t very busy but there were a few people we knew who greeted us and exchanged news. It was a quiet night, the poker players were pokering, a few friends sat along the bar chatting, but a quiet night is ok and we wittered on to each other about various things. We commented on local, national and intentional news, and chatted about various projects we were each doing and planning.
We didn’t stay late, we enjoyed our brief visit and catch up with the lovely bar person, and then we sauntered back along the deserted village street (which I always think should be called the High Street but which in fact is Old Church Road. Back home, without seeing any badgers, hedgehogs or foxes, we headed upstairs to bed – reading and writing to do!
Lois Elsden 