Though I’ll soon be able to meet up with friends outside, everyone else seems to have the same idea too… with the result that the beer gardens of most of the salubrious pubs are already booked up. In a desperate barrel-scraping exercise, I’ve booked a table for five in the beer garden of the Grievous Bodily Arms for Thursday, April 15, from 6.00-8.15pm. Our table will be downwind of the gents toilets, but, as the landlord pointed out, by poking me in the chest with a calloused finger, “beggars can’t be choosers”.
I had to leave a non-refundable deposit of £20, in used notes. The drinks order is already in… so four pints of Old Profanity (and one sarsaparilla, in a dirty glass) will be brought to our table… at 6.05, 6.55 and 7.40. The snacks have to be pre-ordered too: five bags of pork scratchings… two with bristles, three without. If we don't leave the premises by 8.15 sharp, we can expect either “a punitive fine” or "a punch in the face". I can hardly wait.
There are so many cyclists about, even in mid-week. These two have found a good spot for lunch: next to the duckpond in the village of Askham Richard...
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