We finally made it to the pub (The Old New Inn) during opening hours - woohoo. There was only one other person there, and after a little while, he came over, sat down and introduced himself, saying it doesn't cost anything to be nice. The lovely old gentleman, wearing a collar and tie, told us he assembles and paints figures of knights, and loves going on cruises. He was quite taken with the Knights Templar, and thought Dale would make a good knight (little does he know!).
Fish and chips for me for dinner, steak and ale pie for Dale. Fair fare. My ale was from the local Branat valley we passed through on our scenic uplands trip recently. The pub is small and kind of tatty, but it means no airs and graces, right?
Our kitchen sink has been leaking, so we walked to the local hardware store for parts, but we didn't have any success in getting the washers we needed. I did succeed in knocking over some counter displays after some bull-in-a-china-shop manoeuvres, though.
We stopped in at the town butcher, too. There were no prices displayed, so we had to ask the price of each item we pointed to, asking for the British name of each cut. The young attendant was incredibly patient and helpful.
The setting sun cast lovely roof shadows for us on our walk home
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i had to laugh about the name of "The Old New Inn" ... it reminded me of Old New-Gate Prison in Connecticut (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Old_New-Gate_Prison). as a kid, we would joke about it: what if they rebuilt it? would it be called The New Old New-Gate Prison? - BG
Ha! Funny, we had a similar thought when our neighbour told us it had recently been renovated, and our minds went directly to "The New Old New Inn". We're on the same page!
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