Hednesford seemed confused on the morning of Saturday 28th May 2022. The Jubilee was a week away, but the sheer volume of bunting, union jacks and people in plastic hats with 'Our Maj' tattooed on their inner thighs littering the busy marketplace suggested to me that they'd got their dates wrong.
With all three GBG pubs not due to open until noon, Daddy BRAPA, Col and myself took refuge in a quaint little coffee shop for half an hour, before a gentle little mosey on up to our furthest flung pub.
We arrived there at 11:50am. It looked dead as a dodo. Dad opened with his usual 'ohhhh, this doesn't look AT ALL promising' gloom-fest. Even I had to admit I was nervous, particularly as social media wasn't giving any definite clues. A GBG 2022 sticker in the window encouraged me that it had been open this year, but when WhatPub is your only source, you can't help but feel a bit screwed!
We found a nice little country path to walk along for ten minutes, and when we returned, Dad breathes "that light wasn't on before! Or that one! OR THAT ONE!" We then found a back door open, but being still 11:59am, reverentially choose to wait for the front door to open.
And if it didn't, could I swig down the second half of last night's Corona, left on a wall outside the pub, and count that as a tick? I know tickers who would.
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