Last orders...

Blimey... that didn't take long. The moment I arrive in the village, the pub closes. Just seen a note on the door. "Until further notice" has an ominous ring to it. I was aware of the problems; it was impossible to sit on a bar stool and not be aware of them. I heard complaints, but, hell, complaining is easy. All I know is that it’s a thankless job, in 2019, to try and make a living by running a village pub. I hope someone else takes the pub on, and I hope that locals will offer their support by turning up in greater numbers… but I’m not very optimistic.

Another sale of this shot of cricketers in Hartley Wintney...