A major news day as Wetherspoons announce the re-opening of half of their pubs on the Glorious 12th.
No, I didn’t know there were that many Spoons beer gardens, either.
Closer to home, I’m counting down the seconds to a 4pm announcement about the plans at The Blind Monkey, 57 seconds walk away.
March seems to be the month we refresh pub Facebook pages and pore over daily Covid stats to see if rates continue to decline or whether school opening scuppers pubs (again).
CAMRA Discourse has got in on the act, providing me with this lovely tabulation of Local Authorities with miniscule Covid.
Sadly, I won’t be allowed anywhere near Na -Eleianan Siar this decade, but there’s only ONE GBG pub in the Outer Hebrides (Westford Inn) so I’ll survive.
I’m not surprised to see Torridge in North Devon topping (bottoming ?) the Covid League in England.
I took the campervan round the bounds of Torridge last summer and was surprised how quiet it was compared to the Cornish cream tea lands thronged by London plague carriers.
This is Appledore on Friday in August.
Note the locals peering through the net curtains, wondering if that case in Barnstaple they’d heard rumours of had crossed the border.
To be fair, there was life in the pubs. When I look at this photo from the Champ, (before table service ruined pub-going) I remember what we once had…
…and what we’ll have again.