It’s Sunday night, and unlike the previous three nights when we have thought about drifting down to the Dolphin for a jar or two and been trapped by rain, rain, rain, tonight it was not raining – in fact there was even a sliver of moon in the sky. So hopeful of meeting the two T’s, or ‘the girls’ we set off down to our local.

The pub was fairly empty tonight, but the two T’s, Trev and Tim, were ensconced in their usual corner, so with a couple of pints of fine Otter beer, we joined them. When we arrived they were talking about painting and decorating; we exchanged news – we had been to a family wedding last week and the beer festival today, we had bowls club news from Trev, and painting and decorating news from Tim.

We were drinking mighty fine pints of Otter, as was Trev, Tim was on our local cider, Thatcher’s Gold. I really wish I liked cider; local product, organically grown, giving employment to local people, a traditional product… what’s not to like… well… it’s just not to my taste. I don’t like any cider… there is something about the smell, as well as the taste, as well as the after effects… We had a bit of a discussion about it, and we reported back to the 2 T’s about the cider on offer at the beer festival (this is Somerset, traditional home of cider, as well as the home of some brilliant beers!)

As usual we had a really interesting evening… we talked about Legionnaire’s Disease (a friend is in intensive care with it) – Tim in his professional life had to deal with its prevention so is very knowledgeable; we talked about coach holidays and going to see the WW1 battlefields; we talked about civic works in our town, the power of the local college, the town, our village… and our last discussion was on the corrupt practices in British industry in the 1970’s…

Time was called, we hugged, said goodnight, and tottered off to our homes… what a pleasure it is to be able to walk home down the middle of the road!

This is our way home… no cars, no traffic!

 

8 thoughts on “Ir’s Sunday night…

  1. Sometimes I miss shooting the breeze with mated in a British pub, but I have some good friends who can also chat about virtually everything. The amusing thing is that there are sometimes hilarious misunderstandings and I have to back track to explain a word or phrase that got lost in the translation process in their heads! Good thing we all have senses of humour!

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  2. Your so lucky to have the Dolphin so close and to have interesting friends to converse with. Most of my friends have died and the real old characters like prostitutes, fur trappers and prospectors are all history and the memories of them are fast fading. We used to go out every Saturday to hear a band but spending 30 dollars on beer and 60 dollars on cab fare didn’t make sense and there was no one to talk to. Canada has become a police state and the kids are brainwashed to toe the line and obey the rules. Fear has replaced fun and fitting in has no place for individuals. When those that knew me are gone I’ll be just a name on a tombstone. Tough getting old but tougher being the last man standing.

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    • I like pubs with characters like that… the 2 T’s are quite mild people – we have to go to the other end of the pub for the more “interesting” types! You’ve had such an interesting life – I bet it would be a best selling book – and then when they make it into a film who would you have to play you? I didn’t realise Canada was such a regulated place…

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  3. There are very few New Years parties any more cause the police have road blocks all over town and you have to wait six hours for a cab. My sister in laws grandmother was stopped at a road block and asked if she had been drinking and she replied yes but forgot to mention it was tea at the church social. They ran her in but she passed the breathalyser.

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    • Gosh… how awful… Yes, we are very lucky with having the Dolphin so near, on New Year’s Eve we tootle along there and in the early hours we totter back home!

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  4. Grandma died at 114. When she couldn’t look after the farm anymore she was put in a home and wished herself to die. Sorry to sound so down. A few health issues. Going to the YMCA and a few beers after should cheer me up!

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