Pub news.
I arrived at the pub at opening time to find the dining area packed. I checked my watch. Yep 12 noon. "When did this lot get here?" I asked Paul. "11.20", he replied.
Apparently they had booked their meals in advance.
The group were on a walking trip and consisted of sprightly pensioners, and they needed to be, as the route they took is a 3 mile round trip with two hefty hills involved!
They left at about one o'clock, only to be followed in by 15 older pensioners, some well into their eighties. They, too, had a good meal. The power of the silver pound!
2 comments:
I went walking in the Lake District a few years back; I consider myself to be fairly agile, but I recall being overtaken at steep point by a silver haired elderly gentleman - it gave me hope.
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Scarlet Blue, the walk they did I used to do in my twenties with my Labrador, and it's a good challenge!
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