First off, I think I forgot to post the video of the Sidmouth busker;
I’d hate you to have missed him.
No buskers in Seaton, another place I had no recollection of. Be honest, could YOU tell the difference between Lyme Regis, Seaton and Sidmouth ?
My GBG tick was called “All Hat But No Cattle (aka the Hat) ” , which is the best title since “Maud, Magic and Mirth” or whatever it’s called. Simon is quaking in his trendy boots.
Talking of BRAPA, I now spend 27.5 minutes scouring pub Facebook posts, Twitter and the Dead Sea Scrolls to determine when they might be open.
Between 2pm and 3pm for takeouts, said Facebook, accompanied by a nice picture of a dolphin socially distancing.
Now takeouts aren’t ideal, but it’s either that or wait an undetermined time for the pub to open (if ever) or be converted to a pizzeria.
Good news, there’s an advertising board outside at 2.10pm. Hoorah !
The bad news is the sign that says “Closed“. But there’s another sign that says “Shout“.
Now, when did you last shout ?
I’m awful at shouting for someone or something. That’s what your butler is for.
But after a middle class pause, I piped up “Hulloa there”, like a character in a Bill Bryson book.
And before I’d had time to make head or tail of the beer list hanging from the ceiling, our publican appeared.
And he was still running a pub, just not as often as he’d like. In fact, he was converting the All Hat etc etc into a South African wine and food shop.
He was very Saffa, a lovely fellow who was delighted to be in the GBG for all of 6 months before you know what.
I bought some of his Dartmoor beer for Mrs RM, and he clearly cared about how it would survive the campervan trip home, advising me not to use it as a portaloo and stuff.
“Thanks for the custom” he said, which was nice. I hope his shop by day/micro by night prospers, and I’m DEFINITELY taking the tick.