Not a post that will detain you long, but I thought Saltford’s Bird in Hand deserved a mention on my blog to illustrate the joyous contrasts you get in English pubs two miles apart.
The main A4 through Saltford is the sort of dull parade of shops and Greene King Pizza Pub you travel to Somerset to avoid, but the old village, tucked down by the Avon, is a typical “edge-of-Bath” gem; almshouses, sloping streets down to riverside pub and all.
Hard to believe now, but this was a day sufficiently warm to fill the giant garden of a pub swarming with walkers and families.
Consequently, the Bird in Hand comes from another world to the Old Bank with its 10am canned beer drinkers.
A warm welcome from the Landlord, a similar welcome from the Otter (NBSS 2.5), and an unfussy pub to myself.
In the Old Bank you get relentless build-up to the big fight, here you get the Test Match. Cricket in the telly in pubs is a rarity these days. A shame the strains of Mika were playing over whoever commentates for Sky these days.
As you’ll see, some proper seating, which makes the condition of the Otter a bit of a shame. Not quite bad enough to take back though.
They were gearing up for a busy lunchtime trade of the sort that gives BRAPA such limitless material.
The chap with a red hat came in with a book containing the lunch instructions from his demanding family, all variations on what should have been a simple baguette order.
Why can’t folk keep things simple ? Ten minutes it took him, I’ve been in and out of 3 Cologne pubs in that time.