2nd March 2020
What a lovely bit of OS the South Lakes make.
All the pubbing greats are heading here this last year. BRAPA reached Levens in October, and Irish Sea Dave seems determined to visit all of Barrow’s keg pubs in a week.
I rather envy Dave his string of “earthy gems“.
I bet he doesn’t get asked “Are you joining us for lunch ?”, as I am in the Hare & Hounds. An odd phrase, implying the Landlady will be sharing a takeaway with you.
Quite a contrast between Nottinghamshire’s community micros and Cumbria’s succession of destination gastropubs.
But it’s pristine, the handpumps gleam, and the pepper pots replacing jam jars is a nice touch.
“Er, just a half of Pale” I say, apologetically.
“Enjoy it” She goes back to writing on the chalkboards.
“Right, I need a funny Monday quote“. I can’t help with that.
I survey the seating options.
“You can sit just there” I’m told, directed to a table without reservations.
It’s a nice table, and she’s very helpful and professional, but I feel out of place, with just one of other table of gentlefolks saying “Lovely“.
Sadly the Pale isn’t as crisp as I like it either, and a 3 becomes a 2.5 over the course of ten minutes during which I decide to dump it. Life’s too short to drink 2.5 beer.
“Is Number Five just having drinks ?” says the Landlord as he passes my table.
“Yeah, and he’s paid for it as well. It’s not on tick (?)”
They’re talking about me; I’m Number Five. Reader, I am NOT a number.
Levens is a charming village of holiday cottages, painters and decorators and a pink dinosaur.
But it’s no Barrow.