Almost at the end of North Yorkshire’s GBG entries. Has Simon managed that ? He lives there !
As I approach the Ship I realise I’ll be able to wheel out the old Filey Fax pun again and my heart leaps.
And leaps further when I see the cluttered bar and extravagant sweets cabinet, which confirms I am back in 1977.
Sadly, there’s none of the promised Tetley to seal the deal (“not as good since it left Leeds”) says the lovely landlady. I agree, rather than start an argument, and have something from the Marston stable which is the embodiment of OK.
There’s one other couple, holidaying in Reighton Sands caravan park, and we all join in an inconclusive discussion about the worst of Covid being past but the evidence from largely empty pubs suggests otherwise.
I feel a voyeur, and of course I am, but what a lovely seat to be a voyeur from.
For five points, name the plant.