Mrs RM and I sure know how to live.
Two nights in Saltash Travelodge, £29.99 a night, with a FREE game of musical chairs at the Burger King that constituted the entirety of our evening culinary options.
I popped across the road to get fancy goods from Waitrose. At the meat counter, a lady concluded her conversation with junior staff before promptly sticking a “COUNTER CLOSED” sign under my nose.
Saltash Travelodge has two things going for it.
- 23 minutes walk to the GBG Rising Sun at Botus Fleming. Just as well, it was our first introduction to the famed narrow lanes and high hedges of East Cornwall.
It’s got Bass, you know. Not just the sign, the actual beer.
It looked lovely at dusk.
The car park was filling up, and you always wonder if you’ll be greeted with a cheery “P*** off we’re full of diners“.
Far from it; a friendly “Sign in and find a seat” allowed me to get a shot of the pumps. Gloriously, just the Bass and the Weston’s.
Sadly the rest of my photography was a bit disappointing, but you’ll get the picture.
No diners, just locals having a beer and a chat. Is that legal under Medium Risk Covid Rules. I thought you had to be glum and rant about Cummings.
“A fine day for retired persons !” said Old Boy No.1. I silently agreed.
There then followed a long discussion about fence painting, or pence fenting as they call it down here.
I admired the Bass, a flat 3.5, and wondered who’d picked “London Calling” and whether it was a snide comment about Home Counties bringing down the plague.
“Would you like Bass, John ?”
“I do” said John, accepting the proposal while checking in.
Why are Bass drinkers the happiest ones ?