For some people this empty glass is an invitation to buy another round. They do that in our village pub. Buying rounds in they way they do was new to me. It might well be the same in the US, but due to my lack of alcohol consumption, I don’t have much experience with these things.
I tend to have a camera in hand more often than a pint when we’re at the pub and I’m always trying to capture the best images I can using a small point and shoot camera without a flash so as not to disrupt the naturalness of the scene. The image above I shot standing on a picnic table outside the pub while looking in through a window. I don’t think anyone saw me that time, but sometimes I do get funny looks.
This poorly lit image of John was taken on the restaurant side of our village pub. He’s drinking a cider (I think they taste like apple juice gone bad) and I’m having my usual diet lemonade which is like a diet Sprite. On quiz night I splash out as John would say and go for a double.
Here’s a shot John took of me last February holding one of my favorite pub pooches. Jess tolerates me cuddling her for a bit, but her gaze is never far from her John who I wrote about here. (It will make you smile)
I was sitting on the same stool last night holding her as I joined John and some of the other Friday night regulars who stop in for a drink and to catch up on the week. It’s a nice way to relax with friends and I make do just fine with my diet lemonade or diet Coke.
Most Saturday nights we have live music at the pub and tonight we have a local family doing their annual night in August where they’re billed as the Spriggs Family Robinson.
A group of us are meeting at the pub this evening to support Jos, Connie, Rebecca, and other Spriggs family members, and as we were confirming our arrival times among our group last night I said, ” I might even have some alcohol! ” As I am so well-known for not drinking anything with more kick than a bit of carbonation, this comment quickly elicited a rousing chorus of ” Oooooo! ”
I’ll let you know tomorrow if I decide to splash out or spend the evening as I usually do with my camera and a diet drink.
I think I need to consider my options carefully as it seems that I have a bit of a reputation to maintain now.
I said to my husband “let’s go to the pub” just the other night after watching a Midsomer Murder on Netfilx! Wish there were something comparable to that here.
Can you image having to dust all those mugs….
Diet coke myself, with lots of ice…people love going to the pub pub with me, as I’ll drive. It’s a lot better now when folks don’t smoke. Back in college I liked rum and black – likewise, lots of ice. Love the jugs, pretty special. Enjoy your evening.
Man, oh, man. You make me long for a local pub…one just around the corner. I just asked my hubby if we could retire to Cornwall….English village life, pub-bing and all…with a longing glimmer in his eye he answered,”Well with our ranch, cows, and family business we’re pretty entrenched in Texas.”…..shucks…Here’s hoping we can visit your lovely Cornwall one day. Blessings to you!
How I’d love to join you and John at a pub or two. Do the Brits really drink warm beer? I may have to bring some ice. 😉