Same ol’ faces

This photo of Fishermens Rest is courtesy of TripAdvisor

Yet another day free from work though I did get offers on Wednesday evening, I just didn’t want what was on offer. It is a nice feeling to be able to turn down work and simply pick and choose what, if anything, I will do. So it was Thursday, a day for E doing the weekly shopping and a day when I might be working or not. I had eaten breakfast before nine o’clock so around two o’clock I would be feeling hungry but I had intentions of dining out at the pub and I usually time it that I am there at noon or two-thirty. That is so I can easily get seated for in between those times it is busy and usually full. I waited until two for I wasn’t hungry at noon. It was a warm and lovely day once more but the sky was clouded over and it was a little humid, just right in every way for me with only a slight breeze blowing. A few people were outside the pub and some of whom I knew. Inside in the main dining area most of the tables were still occupied but in the bar area most of the tables were free. I prefer sitting in the bar area anyway so it suited me fine. Over the past few months when dining there I have chosen something from the ‘specials’ board more often than not. I usually choose one of the fish dishes and this time I chose spiced salmon with new potatoes and a mixed salad followed by a sweet Lemon Roulade with ice cream. On Tuesday I had Cod wrapped in Parma Ham with a mixed salad and potatoes. These dishes are a little more expensive than those on the menu but they are delicious. Usually there are five ‘specials’ of one sort or another on any one day. The main menu itself is quite comprehensive so will cater for most tastes. Whenever I go to the pub I am met with the many familiar faces of the regular customers. Some I see every time I go there and I guess they must spend much of their lives there! A few years ago we had an old wheelchair-bound guy regularly visiting in the evenings and he sadly died. He is remembered by a plaque with his name inscribed affixed to the front of the bar where he liked to sit in his wheelchair. Later, his wife, also wheelchair-bound, started to frequent the place and she sits in the same place if she can. On Thursday I noticed another commemorative plaque with someone’s name on it placed at the opposite end of the bar where someone liked to stand. He evidently died two years ago and was a regular customer. Now I had to ask who it was that had died for I would have remembered him, though not necessarily his name. I am hopeless at remembering names. A nickname had been inscribed on the plaque rather than his real name. Even though the bar staff described him I had difficulty in trying to picture what he looked like. If I see a photograph with his picture on it i most certainly will remember. I have not frequented the pub in the evening for what will be three years this November 16. That was when I stopped drinking alcohol. I could go there in the evening of course but for someone who doesn’t drink alcohol the same attraction that once drew me there no longer exists. Yes, I could go there just to socialise, perhaps on a Thursday evening when they hold their Quiz Night or Saturday when they sometimes have live music. I just can’t be bothered I guess.

Shirley Anne


Author: Shirley Anne

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