“What time do you open, please ?”

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I’m getting tired of trying to upload photos from my Cornish conquest. I can’t add the map, and that’s my favourite bit.

But enjoy these views from my campervan, tonight parked in (Great) Torrington.

View over Leper fields, apparently

I’ll get out of here safely in the morning before deciding if it’s great or not.

My progress since Tuesday has been BRAPA-esque, knocking 22 pubs off the To Do list and killing several plant pots in the process.

Name the pub

One left in West Devon, below Bideford. I fancied popping in for a swift half tomorrow.

Facebook says “open at 10“. I doubted that, but my message went unanswered (I’m still waiting for responses asking half a dozen pubs if they’re open on 14 July).

So I phoned up. Really.

Hello. What time can I get a drink tomorrow morning, please.

“We open for breakfast at 10, then serve lunch from 12 to 3.”

Ah. Breakfast. The real confusion maker.

What time are you licensed from ?

“Sorry?”

When can I get alcohol from ?”

Sorry, I don’t understand

If I turn up at 10, will you serve me a beer?”

Er, yes?”

Great, thanks

No 1975 Guide

Who reckons I’ll be drinking a flat white at 10am tomorrow ?

 

18 thoughts on ““What time do you open, please ?”

  1. “I can’t add the map, and that’s my favourite bit.”

    I’ve had enough of trying to figure those out from BBM’s blog.

    “and killing several plant pots in the process.”

    Triffids!

    “(I’m still waiting for responses asking half a dozen pubs if they’re open on 14 July).”

    LOL. My darling wife used to do ‘meals on wheels’ for old folks. She had her name added to the list at the hospital or some such. She stopped a year ago and asked to have her name removed. She’s still getting calls and has given up on answering them. πŸ˜‰

    “β€œer, yes?””

    Blimey!

    “Who reckons I’ll be drinking a flat white at 10am tomorrow?”

    You could stroll around Garden Rosemoor and try it again at noon? πŸ˜‰

    Cheers

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  2. Not just BRAPA-esque, but more and more like a bizarre endurance test!

    You must be relieved that the heatwave has petered out, as it must be stifling trying to sleep in that camper-van. It’s not as if you can sleep with the windows open, what with the local doggers, and other strange folk prowling around.

    Good luck in your endeavours Martin, they’re keeping us all entertained, even though like others commenting here, I’m missing the photos!

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