Mum and Dad celebrated their Diamond Wedding Anniversary today.
They had a nice card from the Queen,
though I know they’d have preferred a Chinese takeaway from Chung Hwa with me and Sis; that’ll have to wait.
In fact the only story I can tell you about Mum and pubs stems from a stop half-way up the A1 towards Hovingham 25 years ago.
It looked such a genteel place when I popped there to reminisce this afternoon.
but back in 1995 it was, I fear, the first Midlands pub Mum had ever been to (a Chef & Brewer in Northampton doesn’t count), and the Old Boy puffing away at the bar* didn’t take too kindly to being asked if he’d mind not smoking as she was eating.
“Mum, it’s a pub !” I may have said.
Remarkably, the Old Boy upped and offed, wishing us “a pleasant evening, m’duck” (or similar).
A decade or so later the White Swan made the Guide (Black Sheep NBSS 3.5), joining the now GBG stalwart the Red Hart, which admirably fed a 10 year old Matthew once when he turned down the McDonalds in the Service Station opposite. I’m not making this up.
Which leaves The Angel, still boasting the Hardy & Hanson livery that tempted us to an overnight stay in the days when I couldn’t manage a drive from Cambridge to Newcastle in a day.
But what happened to the Fourways ? And how did I miss the Pedi on my stay ?
You know, with a curry house round the corner, I reckon Blyth might just be your best bet on the Great North Road. But don’t tell Tuxford.
*Younger readers may be alarmed to know that in distant times smoking was actually allowed IN pubs.
** It wasn’t Mrs RM drinking two pints old Old Peculier in 20 minutes either, though that happened on that trip.