Tuesday, 3 August 2010
When I was in my 20s I used to frequent a little country pub on the Wirral. It was called The Wheatsheaf at Raby. When CJ, Jo and I were returning from one of our outings we passed it and stopped for a photo. What really worried me was that although I recall that ‘the gang’ used to meet there a lot on our regular nights out I didn’t remember it inside at all. In fact the only thing I could recall is that it was virtually impossible to park the car anywhere near it on a Thursday or Friday night. One day I shall return. Hopefully it will either be a cold winter night and the fire will be burning warm and welcoming or it will be a beautiful, warm and sunny summer evening. The things of which memories are made.