The weekend before last, a friend and I went to stay at the highest pub in Britain, The Tan Hill Inn.
It's 1732ft above sea level and is literally in the middle of nowhere. The nearest house is about 3.5 miles away (take note of the lack of plural there!) and getting to the pub requires navigating miles of baron Yorkshire moors on little twisting country lanes.
After checking in, and appreciating shelter from the 75mph gusts of wind, I habitually headed to the bar, to quaff a pint of beer.
The landlady, Tracy, and a barmaid were sat chatting at the bar and this is what happened...
Me: "Hiya. Two pints of 'Old P' please."
Landylady: "Yeah, sure, help yourself."
Me: "..." *smile*
Landylady: "Well go on then!"
Me: "What, really?"
Landylady: "Yeah, I'm not doing it for you!"
So, I go round to the other side of the bar and pull myself a pint:
LOL... Look at that face! I'm like a child on Christmas morning!
I inevitably messed up pulling my first pint, which gave much ammunition to the staff for several 'giving bad head' jokes :
Later on in the evening, a sheep strolls into the pub, as they do.
This is the local ovine occupant 'Tan'
After some food and many more pints of real ale, I sat by the fire and made friends with the resident dogga Sherbet.
Ahh, a pub, a friend, an open fire, a beer and a dog to fuss... HEAVEN!!!
The next day I went out walking on the north Yorkshire moors.
A superb time was had and I want to go back as soon as possible. Highly recommended!
Today, I'm Most Angry About: Tonight is the night of my first 2006 Xmas party... Yes folks, the 'Festive Fairies' fancy-dress one! Grrr Post coming soon to a blog near you :0)
Grrr-O-Meter Rating: 0.3/10
Today's Top Tip: Drill a one inch diameter hole in your refrigerator door, as this will allow you to check the light goes off when you close it.