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.
A gorgeous building. I trust as good inside. Looks a bit gastro pub now. Nothing wrong with that if the menu is limited to four dishes or so. I would have gone in but then I've no will power.
ReplyDeleteI'd want to go inside, too. The folks gathered outside look like they enjoyed it.
ReplyDelete'tis better to travel in hope than to arrive.
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