It’s great to see the vaccine roll-out proceeding at pace. Both our sets of parents will have had both Pfizer jabs by the end of today, allowing them to restart the full range of exciting activities open to octogenarians in Waterbeach and Tunbridge Wells.
I haven’t received my Sputnik jab in the post from Sergei yet but the sorting office in Sheffield seems a bit overwhelmed.
The vaccine may reach the pub-ticking codgers by “Spring“, whenever that is, and any pubs left re-opening in May, we now read. Whoopie-do. What will I blog about for 4 months ?
Duncan is still sending in field reports from December, and in tidying my cache of photos from the time of our house move last month I realised I’d missed one last pint before the switch to Tier 3 (which we almost remember fondly right now).
Not even a new tick, and definitely not a classic, but the Admiral Wells in Holme does have ONE significant feature.
It’s the lowest pub in England; nine feet below sea level. Take that, Tan Hill Inn !
I delightedly told BRAPA this factoid as I drove him from Ramsey to Yatton on the famous Fenside
Five Six in 2019, assuming our top pub man would be fascinated in the GBG history of a top tick.
“Need to wee” said Si.
Actually, the Admiral had, without fanfare or national protest, just dropped out of the Guide, so Simon has never been.
I’d forgotten it completely, 20 years on.
It’s a pleasant 3-roomer, the only pub in a village of 636, but gentlefolk obviously come here from as far away as up the road, as it was quite busy on a weekday. Everywhere else I’d been to in that week of substantial meals and Tier 2 envy had been deserted.
The nice lady found us an alcove next to the fire, well out of sight of the regulars, where we could sing along with “Lonely this Christmas” without stares.
But at least I could see the Bass stamp print, which wouldn’t fit in my bag, and the 1980s football team photo (best result : 5-1 v Yaxley “B”).
Service was cheery but formal, which I guess is what Covid does to you.
They wouldn’t take our food orders till we’d chosen our drinks, and as it took 10 minutes to visit the one-in, one-out loo and Mrs RM never orders on my behalf it took 20 minutes to get a foamy pint of Adnams Bitter.
Honestly. There seemed to be a designated “Drinks waitress” as the beer was perched on the bar (and we obviously couldn’t fetch it ourselves or we’d be shot), and the “Food waitress” walked past them 3 times while we mouthed “Excuse me” in that English way.
Despite the sign, the Digfield was off, so actually Mrs RM had really had a Hobsons Choice (not the beer) and could have ordered a fortnight ago. One pump pubs are great, aren’t they ?
Let’s not complain. Both the Adnams (NBSS 3.5) and the Chicken & Leek Pie with individually matched gravy boats were superb.
And I loved it all, despite the old-fashioned service and the waits and the sense of loss that I couldn’t see the Old Boys having a fag outside.
The Landlord popped over to say hello and I told him his beer was good and he seemed pleased. And then a fortnight later it was all over. Even in Holme.