Piercebridge popped back in my mind as we drove up the (newly re-opened) B6275 towards the Scottish borders on Monday night. Largely because that old post has recently been getting half a dozen views a day a year on.
In case you wondered, these are the countries of origin of today’s views of my blog. The European Union visitor is a mystery.
Clearly I treasure my Canadian visitor more than all the others put together, but it’s the South Korean readers that intrigue me. They seem to come via a reference to my post in this website, which is worth a look*.
I guess it’s a Korean explanation of the old nursery rhyme about the Grandfather clock, which has somehow picked up my reference to The George, which houses that very dead timepiece. Not that I can see any reference in there.
A year ago I’d nipped in for a photo, so I thought I owed them the price of a pint. And the pub, and the Tees, looked gorgeous in the sunset. And we needed a “comfort break“.
It’s an old-fashioned hotel bar, but pleasant enough. No-one at all dining though.
Despite there being a couple of Geordie businessmen and a quartet of Italian fisherman as well as us, we had trouble getting served. The barmaid seemed to be doing the cooking, serving, clock maintenance and pulling of the pints. I guess that’s what we mean by increasing productivity.
Mrs RM tried the local beers (the George OK, the Golden Ale very good indeed), while I tried to get the Grandfather clock to work by staring at it.
Oddly, more pubby than the GBG gastro place over the bridge that had disturbing levels of public affection when I visited last year.
If you pass this way, it’s worth a visit, if only as a place with steps to help you dismount and remount your horse.
And for the views.
*I cannot be held responsible if you choose to visit this site and see offensive images of Wayne Rooney attempting to win the ball on Sunday.