My favourite pub moved. Gravity only, real ales, many many ciders. Coke in glass bottles for the kids. Cheese and onion rolls where both cheese and onion are roughly the thickness of my watch.
Bloody love the place. Proper characters. (The Turk’s Head by the way).
The new premises feel just like the old ones. But. And it is a big But.
They are now two doors down from my dealer.
Warm sun, few afternoon pints. Raggie is £450 poorer (and really pissing off the neighbours).
First electric in thirty five years (very much an acoustic chap). Now I have to go down the pedal rabbit hole too.
My favourite pub moved. Gravity only, real ales, many many ciders. Coke in glass bottles for the kids. Cheese and onion rolls where both cheese and onion are roughly the thickness of my watch.
Bloody love the place. Proper characters. (The Turk’s Head by the way).
The new premises feel just like the old ones. But. And it is a big But.
They are now two doors down from my dealer.
Warm sun, few afternoon pints. Raggie is £450 poorer (and really pissing off the neighbours).
First electric in thirty five years (very much an acoustic chap). Now I have to go down the pedal rabbit hole too.
Fucking pub.
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