Photo-a-Day (Wednesday, 16th May, 2018)
Photo: Mick Byrne (Panasonic TZ100)
I remember going in this pub and it's the only pub I knew of where all the guys drank halves instead of pints. I guess with their expensive cars all they could afford was halves.
Thanks for your nice photo Mick, but I hope that my rhyme will meet with your approval.
My woodland walk 'neath feathered squalk, I'd seen the courtship dance
An errant pair from far-off land, withstanding jogger's prance.
I later sat by tavern door, my boots of weathered treads
And then I mused on flowers known, for yonder fine-tilth beds.
Afro's gold will 'hold the fort'; strong in endless breeze
And Little Dorrit nicely placed, will swirl in groups of threes.
Semperflorens bronze and pink, the one for all to beat
I'll plant them close around the edge, then echo grandma's bleat.
Gold and white are all you'll need, I've told you once before
A simple scheme has much to say, my praise from those next door.
I think the pub was known as a bit of a 'ten bob millionaire's' pub in the late 60's, early 70's !
very nice. Are they going to be doing the same in less affluent parts of the town?
Derek Platt. They shouldn't drink and drive anyway.
Derek and Janette - I can remember it being described as "on yer uppers nursing a gill" in the 60s.
Trouble is Kath when the council do things like this in less affluent parts of the town they get vandalized by some of the scum bags who live there.
I feel sorry for the good people who are stuck living in these places that you mentioned.
Never been in there but once heard it described as a "little lad's pub".
Its a good idea to have the planters on the busy roundabout -not much chance of vandalism there and seen by many on that important roadway into and out of Wigan.
Good advice from grandma Philip!
It's now been populated with masses of flowers - I hope they're kept well watered.
kath - I think this work has been sponsored by a local company - and the only other roundabouts of this size anywhere else in town are at the A49 junction with the M6 slip road at Marus Bridge, and at finger Post, Aspull.
Went in one Sunday night with my brother. Two girls standing about with empty glasses when two guys approached them and asked if they wanted a drink.
They said yes please , Brandy and babysham. The guys turned pale and fled.
Very poetic, Philip!
It was Veronica and me who ordered the Brandy and Babycham, Alan H! (Only joking!).
Well we aren't cheap Irene and me! It was really disappointing when they disappeared like that- they escaped by the window in the Gents!
I have recently become interested in identifying wild flowers during my walks. No fancy planters to be vandalised with these beauties. Philip will surely agree that their names have an inherent poetical charm . I'm a mere beginner but am already privileged to know greater stichwort, ragged robin,red campion and meadow vetchling. Aye, the joy of simple pleasures.
Nice lines those Philip.
Poet, Irene, and Veronica. Thanks for your kind words.
I polished-off the rhyme during the small hours of this morning, after succumbing to a completely different sleeping pattern the previous evening. I got down on the couch at 18:00 hrs, and broke surface at 23:40hrs - 'didn't know where I was.'
I'm sure Poet will agree with me that 'Irene sandwiched between Poet, and then Veronica', in my salutation, flows best of all. Regards to each of you.