Back to those pubs you seem to want me to write about, even if I just bung the half of pond water into the plants.
I bet you’re already looking above for suitable pots, aren’t you?
Sadly for you, the White Horse at Hinton St Mary (pop. 307, average age 73) was top-notch.
I arrived just as the bells of St Peter’s struck 12.
Actually it was 12.01, but that’s what you get with global warming.
I noticed a couple sitting patiently outside on a bench.
“Not open yet? “
A forlorn, worried look. They’d arrived by taxi, and were bemused by the lack of life at their regular lunch meet.
We exchange shrugs.
Rather than panic, I explored Hinton.
Two minutes well spent. At 12.03, the door creaked open, and our regular diners got up.
I’d have beaten them to the front door by at least 5 minutes, but then I’d have missed this shot.
Inside, they turned left for the restaurant, I turned right for the barely less restauranty bar.
Looks pubbier inside, though of course there’s no-one joining me in the bar of a rural pub till Fred pops in at 10pm for his 2 pints.
My new friends next door are still deciding what they want, possibly off-put by the naff country/pop, so I got my Palmers Dorset Gold (cool, rich, NBSS 3+) from a pleasantly old school landlady.
With old school charity boxes.
Not sure about status of the biscuit tin.
Plenty to explore in my lonely 10 minute stay. Some the usual tat, some less anticipated.
A pleasant place, eagerly awaiting the BRAPA visit, when the village stocks might get their first use since a CAMRA member asked for a taster.
retiredmartin 
You taking a MAGA hat home with you?
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I have enough. (Martin’s Ale & Geography Adventure).
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A couple of cracking snaps.,nos 1 & 6, 10/10 for artistic impression.
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Thanks Citra. I like them too.
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> I bet you’re already looking above for suitable pots, aren’t you?
No. As you are now carrying your own personal pot plant, that element of the blog is no longer relevant. RM’s pop-up pot plant simply does the job.
You mentioned that BARAP carries his own beermat. Could this be the answer to his weakness, that is to carry his own bush, so that you do not need to stop the car whilst he nips behind a bush ?
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“GETTING HAIRY IN HINTON ST. MARY”
Here’s me being all decorous and the like.
“Actually it was 12.01, but that’s what you get with global warming.”
Good point. All that humid air makes sound travel slower. 😉
“Two minutes well spent.”
(slow golf clap)
“but then I’d have missed this shot.”
A man on a mission. He could impart some wisdom to Si I think as I gather he needs to plan trips to the loo about 15 minutes before his body realises it.
“I turned right for the barely less restauranty bar.”
I like how they don’t discriminate… between black and white coffee.
“Not sure about status of the biscuit tin.”
Obvs, that’s from when they had tolls on the roads around there.
“when the village stocks might get their first use since a CAMRA member asked for a taster.”
They’ll have to let him use the loo first.
Cheers
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It’s an art you know writing a terrifically entertaining post when not a lot happens 😉 top blogging sir 👏💪👍
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As you’ll know, no trip to a pub is without merit!
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