Thursday 11 July 2013

The country lore of old Wiltshire


Today, life will begin to return to what I laughingly think of as normal, when our mate returns to Bremerhaven in his M.G.

Yesterday we had lunch at a riverside pub out of town, and as we made our order, the publican handed us a large, round, electronic pager which displayed the number 56 in an illuminated window on the side. There were a stack of these devices behind the bar, and they all flashed and blinked away as they charged themselves up.

I was impressed with this technology, and as we sat in the shade some distance from the actual bar, I waited for the thing to bleep to alert us that our meal was ready to collect.

After a while, a girl stood at the top of the large flight of steps which lead down to the garden, and bawled "NUMBER FIFTY SIX!!!" at the top of her ample lungs. The pager remained silent.

I went up to the kitchen door to collect our lunch, only to find that it was not yet ready.

When I asked why they didn't use the pagers to call customers, she said that they hadn't worked for years. I asked why they didn't save electricity by simply handing us a bit of paper with the numbers '56' on it, and she said they had not yet got around to reforming the system.

That is what I love about rural British establishments. Things turn into 'tradition' so easily in the countryside.

6 comments:

  1. Oh and btw, that rambling rose is in the garden of our friend in the Cotswolds. It fills the area with perfume.

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    1. Bean poles are pretty run of the mill, but that wall of vegetation and roses is lovely to see.

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  2. I have two mobile phones in front of me... neither of them work!

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  3. Too right they do Tom. Come and live up here for a fortnight, in the depths of Wensleydale (or even better at the top of Swaledale) and you will find just how true that is (and sometimes frustrating.)

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    1. A fortnight's worth of practice is long enough to establish a tradition around here.

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