Well, the Guide has arrived;
Baa Baa Toure is about to wonder where Carluke is.
My review of the new GBG will need to wait until the official publication date,
though since CAMRA members seem reluctant to venture out to pubs they’re almost certainly reluctant to venture out to the Covid hotbed of Waterbeach and seize my advance copy if I do break embargo.
Back in Cornwall on Friday afternoon, Mrs RM made it back to Milbrook with 10 minutes to spare till her business call.
Now, there are but 3 certainties in life;
At the End Times those who asked for tasters will be sent to the same Hell as the bestialists.
The sun will shine on the righteous, as it did today.
Mrs RM will interrupt my ticking with a half-hour work call.
That half-hour allowed a gentle exploration of charming but unpretentious Milbrook;
Back at the campervan, the half hour was now an hour and I had to buy another parking ticket. That £1.70 would have been better spent in one of the village’s unpretentious pubs, but as I was driving Mrs RM to drink I was a bit frustrated in that regard.
A shame, as The Devon & Cornwall (GBG years back) only had Doom Bar on and was clearly still a classic. The Mark of Friendship was closed for renovation and will be re-opened as the Mark Crilley.
I spent an agonising minute worrying that Bar Tusker, named after Fleetwood Mac’s classic ’79 double album, would make the new Guide to taunt me.
Has it ? I don’t break embargos.
But I DO break confidences. Mrs RM told me she’d had a weird dream in which she baked my mum in a cake to protect her from Covid, then promptly forgot about her. It’s a metaphor, Dear Readers.
Six months later, she asks my mum if she wants to come out now.
“Yes” says my mum.
Emma Stone is still considering the script for the film.