Tag Archives: pub

Inactivity

Saturday 3rd October 2020, 4.30pm (day 3,237)

Today was considerably less mobile and active than yesterday. No football, even: making it the first Saturday I have voluntarily not attended a match since mid-February. The reason? Rain, constant rain, endless, all day. Apologies then for the boredom factor but at least we can still go to the pub.

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Sitting out in the rain

Wednesday 30th September 2020, 5.25pm (day 3,324)

Table in rain, 30/9/20

A foul, miserable day of weather that matched the general mood.  September sun has just about sustained the local pubs, but once it stops being very agreeable to sit outside — as it definitely was today — then they will slowly rot away and die, like most other things that bring fun into our lives, presently.

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Pavement café culture (Yorkshire style)

Sunday 23rd August 2020, 4.15pm (day 3,286)

Pavement café, 23/8/20
I have been thinking about this, and have decided to declare this the one and only positive outcome of lockdown –‘this’ being the emergence of a UK pavement café culture.  We don’t necessarily have the weather for it, but hey, pubs and restaurants can invest in some umbrellas, as they do elsewhere. On sunny afternoons like this one, it doesn’t matter, and we can give it a shot.

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A joke? Maybe, maybe not

Saturday 15th August 2020, 1.10pm (day 3,278)

Possible irony, 15/8/20

There were several other photos that could have made it today and they were all more artistic than this one.  But I have gone with this one simply to provoke some consideration.  Is this sign a joke?  Or is it meant seriously?  What’s more to the point is that right now it’s actually impossible to be sure, and that alone is a sign of how screwed up things have become.  I will continue to document the world that I see, but it doesn’t mean that I understand it any more.

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Beer garden, the White Swan

Wednesday 5th August 2020, 4.35pm (day 3,268)

White Swan shelter, 5/8/20

An innovative approach to keeping oneself, one’s beer and one’s smoking materials free from moisture. The weather could not decide what to do this afternoon.

 

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In St. George’s Square

Monday 3rd August 2020, 3.45pm (day 3,266)

Reflections in square, 3/8/20

The square reflected in the roundel, these posts standing outside the Shoulder of Mutton pub, happily reopened, after not just the c*r***v**** crap but the floods of Feb 9th as well. You see, we need economic activity here.  Which is why this new ‘local lockdown’ has had no discernible effect at all.

This is a kind-of self-portrait: look closely enough into the mirror and I’m there in the background.

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Dog portrait

Sunday 12th July 2020, 3.05pm (day 3,244)

Dog portrait, 12/7/20

Now the pubs have reopened, dogs are once again obliged to spend their Sundays wondering why their owners are not letting them just clamber over everyone else in the beer garden.  This one has given up on it all, and decided just to keep a close eye on the piece of litter: before it dozed off, anyway.

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Cheers

Saturday 4th July 2020, 2.30pm (day 3,236)

First pub after lockdown, 4/7/20

It has been 105 days (March 21st) since I was last in a pub, and 6 more since the last time one featured on here.

But they’re back open. So a pint was duly raised in the Bay Horse, Oxenhope, Yorkshire, to celebrate this fact. And celebration it was: anyone about to come back with messages of doom and gloom in response, please don’t.

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John B

Sunday 15th March 2020, 4.50pm (day 3,125)

John B, 15/3/20

Somehow it seems to be a time to say hi to old friends. It’s been a while since Mr B appeared on here.

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Hail storm

Monday 2nd March 2020, 12.10pm (day 3,112)

Hail storm, 2/3/20

Having finally arrived, at least to some degree, winter sustains its grip. I was not in this pub (the Old Gate) at just after noon, I can assure you — but I took advantage of the shelter offered by its outside awnings as another revolting hail storm swept by. While there, I mused on what a too-literal interpretation of the sign might indicate: a dry world beyond the present one? Hmmm.

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