Hubby and I can’t remember the last time we went into a pub for a drink.
Sure we’ve been into a restaurant attached to a pub, but even then a glass of an alcoholic beverage is extremely unlikely.
We have some very good pubs here by all accounts, several of which are dog friendly or have beer gardens where you can sit outside with the pooch on a nice day.
Sadly, the manager of the pub closest to the marina died recently.
He was only 50 and as it was very sudden, his customers were devastated.
Hubby and I were walking up to The Abbey on Thursday with the intention of lighting candles for our Dads.
Passing this Pub, we noticed a lot of activity and thinking it was a wedding party or similar, continued on our way.
Half an hour or so later, we had just crossed the road on the final approach to The Abbey when we heard the sound of ‘idling’ motorbikes behind us.
Three of them were ahead of the hearse as it followed the Funeral Director/Conductor walking up the High Street and along the main road to The Abbey.
Buses and HGVs stopped to make way, and like the rest of the town lining the street, we stood still, took off our hats and paid our respects to this man who obviously meant so much to so many.
The number of people following the family limousine on foot was amazing.
We didn’t go to The Abbey afterall, not wishing to intrude on a service for someone we didn’t know.