We want our local pub, The Village Inn, to thrive.
A pub closes in England every day, a shocking statistic.
If our local goes, that’s the focal point of the village gone. We got the support of Adam, the pub landlord, and set up a volunteer group – four retired guys and five women with attitude.
The flowers in the pub are now changed every Friday which gives the place a lift.
Adam and his team set out a restaurant -style room at the back of the pub and each table is laid out to a high-dining standard.
During this year we have plans for more four-course gourmet meals. We’re not trying to change the world but with support from villagers, guests and volunteers we’ll do what we can for our pub.
There’s only one poem for that, with a nod to the poet, Flann O’Brien.
When things go wrong and then go right
For you’ve done the best you can,
When life looks sweet at close of night
A pint of plain is your only man.
When service is done and the kitchen’s clean
And your faces are pale and wan
When punters say “it was a fabulous meal”
A pint of plain is your only man.
