Pubs like the Blackmore Vale Inn at Marnhull, better known as “Rollivers” in Tess of the Du’rbervilles, a book only marginal longer than the latest BRAPA post (but less exciting).
I’d always thought “Rollivers” was a type of hot dog sold at the Etihad for a fiver, so consider myself informed.
I’d phoned the Blackmore earlier to attempt to find out if they’d shut just before I’d arrived.
“Can you tell me your opening times please ?”
“Who am I speaking to ?“
“I’m Martin. I wanted to visit your pub“
“Oh, OK then, I look forward to your visit, Martin“
The Facebook page consisted entirely of adverts for live music,
so I checked again before my visit.
I like brevity.
It looked lovely in the setting sun (not the Jam LP).
One beer on, again, what a time to be alive !
I admired the Otter, Sheba was repulsed by my driving shoes. Sheba had her own portrait hanging in the bar. You can see it if you squint.
“You’ll be wanting to drink that outside in the sun ?” said the Landlord, the way that a Scotsman says “You’ll have had your tea ?”.
Well, yeah, I guess so. Keep the London plague outside.
To be honest, I preferred the solitude to a chorus of “Jasper, NO ! Don’t lick the man” inside.
A nice cool, fruity Otter (NBSS 3), a beer and NBSS score more ubiquitous round these parts than a BRAPA post in which he gets inadvisably drunk.
How can Otter be so much better than Badger (not a euphemism, Russ).