THE OUTSTRETCHED PALM

Down to Charmouth beach next.

As you can imagine, my ability to just sit on the beach is rather limited, about 7 minutes is long enough to bung a stone in the direction of France.

Stones excellent for lobbing

But Charcombe has decent hills.

And I stretched my beach holiday out to 22 minutes while waiting for the Royal Oak to open at 11am (generous hours).

As families with children called Emma and Ryan Jr were heading down the hill, I was striding up, pausing only to reflect that the lookout hut is a surefire micro.

Ideal size

The village is pretty much a mile long High Street with a traffic jam and a WRVS cake stall, captured at its best from outside the lone pub.

Top view
Distinctive unfussy Palmers pub

They might have been open but they certainly weren’t expecting customers at 11.01.

A polite Landlady took my order for half a Copper and gave due instructions to a compliant husband.

Thin glass shaming

The glass was deposited and a palm simultaneously outstretched with the words “£1.85 please” .

Now, I generally have a handful of coins already in my hands, but I don’t like that feeling of being rushed to proffer the exact change, particularly when there’s no easily readable price list at hand.

The very best pubs tell you the price while they’re pouring. Or just stick a contactless card reader in your face.

Trad

That Curmudgeonly gripe apart, it looked a decent all rounder, with a group of locals who’d recently won the All-West Dorset box lifting championships.

Blokes, eh?

And the Palmers was cool and refreshing. If a bit dull.

Nicest thing anyone’s said about Palmers in years, Richard would have said.

17 thoughts on “THE OUTSTRETCHED PALM

  1. It’s a curious fact of life that the little things can get under our skins so.

    Perhaps it’s because we’re unprepared and they catch us off-guard?

    The one that rankles with me is when, after handing over a note, one extends one’s own hand, but the change is instead put on the counter.

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  2. Doesn’t look half bad. Rare to see outdoor seating space overlooking the street in the UK. I’m not a big fan of beer gardens where you’re often sat in your own company looking at garbage cans or the ventilation system.

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  3. Last night’s tour of downtown Napa with our hosts whose house we’re borrowing produced another example of America’s mixed messages on regulation.
    Mrs PP-T was refused a drink because she wasn’t carrying ID.
    Now, much as I love herself, it would be wrong of me to describe her as being in the first flush of youth.
    But even if she was the wizened old bint she will eventually become she still wouldn’t have got served.
    Every person whatever their age had to show ID to get a drink.
    There was only one customer in the bar when we walked in – I like to check out why people are obviously avoiding a boozer.
    That was the last reason I was expecting.

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      1. “I was asked for ID outside the Brooklyn Brewery Tap and had to play the “But I’m English” card.”

        You could have proved it by showing them your teeth. 🙂

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  4. “As you can imagine, my ability to just sit on the beach is rather limited,”

    Right there with you. If I’m going to sit anywhere for a bit, there had better be beer on hand.

    “Top view”

    I see what you did there. 🙂

    “They might have been open but they certainly weren’t expecting customers at 11.01.”

    Hang on. The sign says open for morning coffee. Do they close again till 11 then?

    “The very best pubs tell you the price while they’re pouring. Or just stick a contactless card reader in your face.”

    See, over here we run a tab. 🙂

    “with a group of locals who’d recently won the All-West Dorset box lifting championships.”

    Typical. One bloke doing all the lifting while the others just stand around. Did they work for the local council? 😉

    “Nicest thing anyone’s said about Palmers in years, Richard would have said. ”

    If he was being polite. 🙂

    Cheers

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