tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340025712024-03-14T06:44:38.883+00:00The Pub AdventureI'm 44 and looking for a life change. I live in the UK and have decided to give up my job and take on a pub in Devon. This is an adventure for me and my family (who I will only see at weekends!)
This is my story. If you find it interesting or simply want to let me know what you think, please leave a comment or sign my guest book.
That was a year ago now - I've made a go of it and the posts here tell my story.Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16840001666891510640noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34002571.post-39973446642379814472011-09-13T13:10:00.000+01:002011-09-13T13:10:18.308+01:00No MoreWe closed the Providence Inn on 31st October 2008. We continue to live in the area and enjoy the company of the many friends we made whilst running the pub. Thank you to everyone who took time to read the blog.<br />
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Tim & HelenTimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16840001666891510640noreply@blogger.com116tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34002571.post-51037403833923079642009-08-19T17:41:00.002+01:002009-08-19T17:44:48.566+01:00Calm Before The StormOkay, we've exchanged contracts on the house we are selling, but still have to exchange on the Prawle house. Hopefully all will be sorted in time for a September move. It's frustrating not having the certainty that we will be moving when planned. We have started packing and finding that I have hoarded tons of crap over the years, well that's what Helen calls it! Those bits of wire and old circuit boards are very important and may one day come in use.<br /><br />The boys are looking forward to resuming school at Stokenham, but not knowing for sure creates an edge to all of the planning. <br /><br />Update soonTimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16840001666891510640noreply@blogger.com67tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34002571.post-81684365774626618352009-07-24T21:20:00.002+01:002009-07-24T21:52:01.441+01:00The Return<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/maxflyer/sadface.gif%20"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 155px;" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/maxflyer/sadface.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />We closed the pub on 1st November 2008. It was one of the hardest decisions I ever had to make, but the reality of the situation was that we just weren't financially viable as a business. We were being offered the freehold at a price far in excess of the true value of the property and also had the added complication of two poor summers in succession not providing us with sufficient working capital to get through a potentially long winter. Helen had been working ridiculous hours and we just seemed to be going one step forward and two steps back.<br /><br />After shutting the Provi' things became very depressing. When you have spent two years surrounded by local people who have come to be a valued part of your life to suddenly finding yourself alone all day it creates quite a vacuum. As the saying goes, 'nature abhors a vacuum'. Soon that space was occupied by the need to leave the pub, a place that had become home to us. We had sold our cottage and had purchased a property in Cornwall; this was going to be part of a new start. Now, several months later it is easy to ask why we needed to go so far, but at the time it seemed the best option. We had nothing to offer the village having failed to make a long term venture of the pub and I couldn't bring myself to become a regular of the Pig's Nose. That was a step too far. I knew that our locals would obviously go back there, in fact to be fair, the majority of them had continued to drink there even during our time at the Provi'. This was something I respected, because the customers valued the fact that they had the choice of two watering holes and supported both accordingly. We moved to our new home in Cornwall on Christmas day 2008. We managed to eat our Christmas dinner at 21:45 that evening and then all promptly fell asleep.<br /><br />Seven months have passed since then and in all that time we have tried hard to maintain a regular contact with East Prawle and the wonderful friends we made there. The upshot is that we are moving back. I intend to explain all the whys and wherefores in the next few postings, because it is still part of our adventure. I also intend to spill a few beans along the way. Watch this space (if you are interested?)Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16840001666891510640noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34002571.post-63031911117998223032008-02-11T15:41:00.001+00:002008-02-13T17:39:49.804+00:00The Best Damn Pub in Plymouth!<a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/maxflyer/gilbertxr.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand" height="130" alt="" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/maxflyer/gilbertxr.jpg" border="0" /></a> On Januay 19th I arranged for fourteen rogues to go and see Northampton Saints play Plymouth Albion at The Brickyard rugby football ground. Now the Saints are currently beating all and sundry on their return journey to the Premiership, so I had no doubt that this would be the case when they travelled to the South West. We hired the Coleridge Bus, this is a locally provided service that allows people in outlying villages the ability to get to Kingsbridge, the nearest town of any size, where their location is not on a recognised bus route. The bus arrived at 11:00 and after a civilised cup of coffee we headed off to Plymouth. On our arrival we disembarked in the Barbican (<a href="http://www.plymouthbarbican.com/">http://www.plymouthbarbican.com/</a>) there was general consensus that we should find a suitable hostelry in which to quench our thirsts. Above the cacophony of voices came the suggestion from someone, you the reader, are now familiar with; yes that's right Statler - Mr. K. "Let's go to <em>Three Crowns</em>. He pointed behind us and we looked at a large grey building and we duly headed over to it with a full kitty and high expectations. Okay, that's the nice wway to put it! The place was a dive, you needed at least three ASBOs to gain entry. They served their beer in plastic glasses and nobody was able to finish their drinks. The beer actually looked like Bisto, only Bisto tatstes better. I found a site on the internet that people have left comments on regarding this fine watering hole. <a href="http://www.beerintheevening.com/pubs/s/28/281/Three_Crowns/Plymouth">http://www.beerintheevening.com/pubs/s/28/281/Three_Crowns/Plymouth</a><br /><br /><div>On leaving the place Mr. K. then announced that he had never actually been in it, but had sat outside in the summer with a friend and it had seemed alright then!<br /></div><div>Not to be deterred, we crossed the road and went into the <em>Navy</em>. I thought this was a good pub. They had a good selection of beers and everyone was enjoying themselves. the <em>pièce de résistance</em> had to be the vending machine in the gents toilets. It was enormous and for those of you not familiar with toilet vending machines let me start by saying that they normally have one or two types of condom, occasionally they may even have toothpaste and brush sets, but this thing was the Mother of toilet vending appliances. It contained condoms (5 varieties), toothbrushes, wet wipes - now it gets interesting - Vibrators (two types) and a blow up sheep. The one thing I didn't notice that would have been handy was a shoe cleaning set, because most blokes managed to pee on their shoes whilst studying this amazing piece of vending architecture.<br /></div><div>We left the Navy and got back onto the bus for the short hop to the ground. The match itself was good value for money. Northampton won 44-5, but the score did not reflect Plymouth's comtribution to the match. Plymouth gave the Saints a good run for their money during the first half and came very close to getting a try near to the whistle. In the second half the fitness levels of the two teams provided a stark contrast. Plymouth visibly flagged and the Saints cleaned up with speed and flair.<br /></div><div>We headed back to Kingsbridge and visited <em>The Creek's End</em> and <em>The King of Prussia</em> before going to eat at <em>Cafe Asia</em>. The food was tremendous and with everyone sat down I proceeded to hand out fines. I am not one for humiliating people, but Mr. K. gained the lions share of fines, his main offence being our having to suffer <em>The Three Crowns</em> in Plymouth. We raised a reasonable sum and this helped to pay for the food. Our bellies full, we headed to bak to The Provi' and more beer to round the day off. Now on the short journey back to the bus our beloved Satler managed to walk into the ladies loos in Kingsbridge, so I felt it necessay to hand out further fines on our arrival at the pub. Sadly we didn't have enough for a complete round so I suggested putting the money into the charity pot, but dear old Staler would have none of this. At first I thought he was about to show his largesse and make up the difference for a round of drinks, but no! He went one step further he proceeded to thank the bus driver and handed over the money to him by way of a tip. What a man, what a Birk! I then reminded him that the cost of his ticket included the cost of a ticket for the driver as well as a couple of quid for the driver!!! When I grow up I want to be a Coleridge Bus Driver, the money's fantastic.<br /></div><div>I have to say that Saturday was one of the best day's I have had here in Prawle. I would like to thank the following for making it a great day out:-<br /></div><div>Richie, Steven & John T, Bill, Rich C, Roddy, Chris R, DHS, Mr K, Shaun & Burt T and a special thanks to Russ & Roger who made the journey from Norwich and our driver Steve </div><div>(he's loa<a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/maxflyer/gilbertxl.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand" height="130" alt="" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/maxflyer/gilbertxl.jpg" border="0" /></a>ded now) Manchip.</div><br /><div>I must have caught a bug of some description because the following day I felt very poorly, fortunately it only lasted for one day!</div>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16840001666891510640noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34002571.post-81673052256996641822008-02-01T18:14:00.000+00:002008-02-03T23:32:52.599+00:00<a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/maxflyer/big-ben1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/maxflyer/big-ben1.jpg" border="0" /></a> I didn't mention New Year's Eve. As some of you may recall, the previous year was something of an eye opener for me. This year I planned ahead, the night before was a bit of a dry run inasmuch as we hada a quiz night that went really well. Statler was our quiz master and without the aid of a microphone he tried his best to be heard over the assembled rabble. His cohort, Waldorf who was not participating was heard to mumble about the annoyance of not being able to talk during the quiz - I guess the old saying is right, "You can please some of the people...." The quiz was a success and we raised £360.00 for the Blond McIndoe Research Foundation. <a href="http://www.blondmcindoe.com/help-remember-a-charity.shtm">http://www.blondmcindoe.com/help-remember-a-charity.shtm</a> It had been touch and go that we would manage it at all because we found ourselves full up with diners who were not going to be involved in the quiz, our chef went sick and every order came in at eactly the same time. We were short staffed, but our friends Russ & Jane were here to muck in and even some of our regulars found themselves in the kitchen washing up or behind the bar serving. We managed to get everyone fed and watered before the locals came for the quiz. A big thank you to David, Katie, Lucy. Ian, Alice, Tim, Kate & Sarah.<br /><div></div><br /><div>The 31st came andI made certain that this year I would be ready - I wasn't going to run out of anything, I ordered plenty of beer, wine and spirits. I had my own recipe Mulled Wine served hot from the bar. I bought in lots of ice (I ran out in 2006) and made sure that everyone knew that I would be having a raffle as well as providing a prize for the best fancy dress costume. That night I dressed myself as <em>Jack Sparrow</em> from the <em>Pirates of the Carribean</em> and Helen put on a Hula skirt and bikini top (it was a shame I had to open the pub!) and we went and opened the bar. Russ and Jane who were staying in the cottage with their daughter Vicky arrived dressed as <em>Elvis</em> and two of the <em>Pink Ladies</em> from the film <em>Grease</em>. I stood back and took everything in, remembering back to the previous year and also the events of the following New Year's Day when Helen had a major car crash taking herself and the boys back to Northampton. Nothing like that was going to happen as the family live here now. All was well, we were ready for the night's activities. I noticed that the Vodka optic was empty so I went to the spirits cupboard to get another bottle my jaw dropped in horror as I realised that I had every spirit known to man apart from Vodka!!! Frantic phone calls and a last minute rescue from the cricket team captain Shawn Taylor who raided the local Thresher's store saved the day. We were ready to rock & roll, well Russ was in his Elvis suit.</div>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16840001666891510640noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34002571.post-63927339264836002742008-01-28T22:13:00.000+00:002008-02-01T18:45:39.042+00:00What Blog?I am reliably informed that I have been (or at least, up until August 2007) writing a blog. Now someone please show me where it says that you must post on a less than six monthly basis? So anyway, I thought I would bring you up to date with events that have transpired since my last missive.<br /><br /><br />August hit me like a runaway train. We were busy every day from opening to closing and it was hard going. The biggest plus was Lucy our 'Girl Friday', she provided support and encouragement as well as making certain that Helen and I had opportunities for some time out with the children. One of the biggest difficulties I have found is giving the children quality time - so thank you lucy for your kindness. During August we were visited by my old mate Russ, who some of you now know. He's a diamond geezer. He enjoyed helping behind the bar and when we really found ourselves in deep doo doo after our chef went off sick Russ and his wife Jane came to our assistance and offered their support and encouagement. This was backed up by the one hundred percent commitment given to us by Ian, Becky, Anne, Alice and Holly our superb kitchen and waiting staff. I must also mention Sarah who is barmaid of the year here at the Provi'.<br /><br /><br />September proved to be a bonus. We had an Indian Summer of sorts and whilst not making up the lost revenue of July, it went some way to providing a little income out of season. School started again and I found myself struggling to make time to get all of my jobs done in time to open the pub each day. With the nights drawing in and a gradual change in the weather we had to start bringing Sailor, our horse, in each night. The downside of this is the need to muck out his stable daily. This takes at least an hour a day out of my normal routine. Obviously I also have to factor in the time necessary to enjoy a coffee and a chat with David and Katie who own the house where Sailor is stabled.<br /><br /><br /><br />October - November - December!!!<br /><br /><br /><br />Trade dropped off dramatically, but more so because of the weather. However, there were some bright moments. We hosted the East Prawle Cricket Club annual dinner. I was very nervous about the whole thing. You really want to provide a first class experience to people and more so because they are your local customers, but to actually shut the pub for a saturday night in order to serve food and drink to the village cricket team is a gamble. There were certain people who thought it was wrong to host a private function in the pub. We had to weigh this up against the potential gain from providing a quality evening's entertainment to a captive audience. I hope we made the right choice?<br /><br /><br /><br />On the first of Decemeber we celebrated our first year in the pub. We had the Peter Edwards Splinter Group playing live music and I found myself in drag again. I'm not sure why I did this, but people seemed mildly amused and worryingly I receieved a few proposals that night!<br /><br />The band played old favourites plus a selection of recently written material. There is a video on MySpace <a href="http://www.myspace.com/redbullets">http://www.myspace.com/redbullets</a> these guys are great and wil be back during 2008.<br /><br />As we neared Christmas I desperately hoped for an increase in business, but alas this was not to be. Things stayed quiet right up to Christmas Eve. On Christmas Day Helen and I tried hard to make the pub warm and welcoming. We roasted chestnuts on the fire and with help from Anne Blyth, Sarah trinick and David Hampden-Smith I joined in with some hand bell ringing. We had only managed a short period of practice prior to this performance, but I think we got away with it. There was a marvellous atmosphere that day and I hope we can recreate it throughout the year. After everyone left I cooked a goose for our Christmas Dinner with the invaluable help of my eldest son Sam and Helen. Helen's Mum and Dad were here as well and we all stuffed ourselves silly that evening before I collapsed in heap on the sofa.<br /><br />So here we are in January a new year and a challenge to make the pub busier. Helen and I are desperate to make the pub work, but it is a business and it is about results. We hope for the best.<br /><br />I will be posting again shortly with the tale of a recent rugby trip where certain members of our little community became legend. I am now familiar with the "BEST DAMN PUB IN PLYMOUTH".<br /><br />Stay tuned....Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16840001666891510640noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34002571.post-27651662009552575832007-08-30T22:57:00.001+01:002007-08-30T22:57:43.182+01:00<blockquote>I am constantly reminded by all and sundry, that I have not posted for ages. Well, some of that is due to having been very busy and some of it is because I have been uncertain in what to write. Yes, there have been lots of things happening and yes that should have provided plenty to put here, but despite all the going-ons at the Provi’ I have been having an inner battle. Do I or don’t I. It really is decision time for us. Summer, (the holiday season) is almost over, we have a winter to look forward to and we need to get a rather large mortgage sorted out on the Provi’ – or do we?<br />So I will provide you with a list of events that have happened here in no particular order and later I will give you a much more detailed account of all that has happened along with the current position in my decision making process:<br />Russ & Jane visited and ended up working here.<br />Someone put his underpants on the wrong way round and had difficulties in taking a pee. That same someone had his teeth eaten by a furry friend.<br />Statler and Waldorf were at the bar and having both indulged in slightly larger than usual quantities of alcohol, had the following discourse: Statler went to the loo and on his return said, “That’s a f**kin’ great geranium out there!” Waldorf responds with, “Don’t be f**kin stupid it’s nothing f**kin great about it when it’s rainin’ out there.”<br />I played some cricket.<br />I didn’t play some cricket.<br />I worked my balls off.<br />I now understand the word Grockle.<br />I had fun with the kids on a boat.<br />I had two days back in Northampton.<br />Helen got incredibly peed off with me.<br />Helen gave me a kiss and a hug.<br />Steve and Claire visited us.<br />Mon and Melv visited us.<br />I saw my mum.<br />I still serve beer.<br />We had two days in the middle of our busiest period without a chef.<br />The staff here showed us that they care and helped us through a really difficult time.<br />More to follow……………….<br /></blockquote>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16840001666891510640noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34002571.post-66862596145678499952007-07-26T10:46:00.000+01:002007-07-26T11:19:03.175+01:00<a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/maxflyer/stormy_weather0212_502_470x352.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/maxflyer/stormy_weather0212_502_470x352.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><div>The weather has been atrocious and has hit takings significantly. We will miss our July target by a country mile, I just hope that August brings a heat wave, but somehow I doubt it. Even the competition around the corner has seemed quieter than usual, but they will benefit next week from a play being held on the green. I might pay someone to walk around with a sandwich board saying, "<em>There are two pubs in this village - try the better one!" </em></div><br /><br /><div><em></em></div>Been a while, I know! I just don't seem to get the time at the moment, but I'm trying to make amends now. Since my last posting we have seen Statler celebrate his 125th birthday. He invited several of his cronies to join him in a celebratory drink at the Provi on Monday lunchtime. Despite the absence of teeth, they all managed to eat scampi and chips washed down by a few pints of my latest beer - Quercus Prospect. Their combined age was so large that I don't have enough room for all of the noughts, but they had a good time until the nurse came to wheel them back to their home for the confused and bewildered.<br /><br /><div>In August my friend Russ will visit with his wife Jayne. His regular calls remind me of what a left behind - A profitable business, nine to five hours, regular time off and a nice car to drive around in. Thank God I opted for an easier life!</div><br /><br /><div>Today is Max's fifth birthday. He is currently with his grandparents in Northampton, but will be back at the weekend with Joe his little brother and Sam his fouteen year old big brother. Five is a big age to reach in Max's world and when we phoned him this morning he seemed very happy with the presents he had received. He is football mad and he has been given a large goal for the pub garden.</div><br /><br /><div>I played cricket for East Prawle last weekend and although we lost I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I was bowled out for nought on the second ball I faced. This wouldn't have been so bad, but the bowler looked to be approximatelt 11 years of age! I managed to take a wicket and don't think I gave too many runs away during my bowling spell.</div><br /><div>Helen is working like a mad thing. Tomorrow she is taking the day off and I want her to relax, but I doubt she will listen to me.</div><br /><br /><div>Gavin has really made his mark now at the pub. His food is great and he turns it out with amazing speed. We are just about there with the main menu and Gav' has also put on some really interesting specials.</div><br /><br /><div>Sailor has settled in at West prawle House and is in love with a mare called Arian. We go to feed him and Charlie has a great time roaming around the fileds and getting scared by the chickens. The boys enjoy visiting and collecting snails. They thoughfully brought them into the house last weekend when we were having coffee with David and Katie. We found countless snails climbing the walls in an escape attempt! David and Katie have a beautiful house and I would advise anyone wanting nice B & B to give them a call. Their link is on this blog, as is Welle House another lovely location to stay. Mo's breakfasts there are a thing of legend.</div><br /><br /><div>Anyway must go now - beer to put on.</div><br /><br /><div>Tim</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16840001666891510640noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34002571.post-73737887426520247862007-07-12T13:35:00.000+01:002007-07-13T14:21:38.079+01:00We've got a new sign and I think it looks great, let me know what you think.<br /><a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/maxflyer/sign.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/maxflyer/sign.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>This week we said goodbye, albeit temporarily to a great member of staff. Lucy has been helping behind the bar for the past few weeks and did she ever make an impact! Everyone enjoyed her company and nothing is ever a problem for that girl. She works tirelessly and has become part of the family. She is spending the next few weeks looking after relatives dogs in London, whilst completing an English teaching course. On the day she left, she received the news that she had gained her degree; a 2-1 with honours, so well done Lucy and come back soon!<br /><br />Statler and Waldorf have been in fine fettle, insults and moaning to the fore, as well as enjoying copious amounts of my latest beer; Quercus Prospect. They now have their own ceremonial seats at the bar and last weekend held court over us all under a blackboard that reads, “Statler & Waldorf sit here bitching about life, the way only two expert curmudgeons can!”<br /><br />On Saturday the cricket team lost to a team of teachers from Filton, Bristol. Filton was the home of the first Concorde, why did we let BA stop her flying? She was the finest, sleekest, most beautiful aircraft ever designed to carry passengers. Ok, she had a carbon footprint the size of Hawaii and most mortals couldn’t afford the ticket unless they had won the national lottery, but she was ours (apart from a little bit of French stuff, probably the champagne on board!). I digress; the teachers beat us by eleven runs. They came to the Provi’ to celebrate their win and drank Prospect by the jug. We had a full bar and lots of people eating Gavin’s excellent food. At about 20:45 the diners were somewhat surprised to find themselves serenaded by the cricketing teachers. They formed a circle and started singing popular songs. Statler bolted to the other side of the bar with a worried look on his face. I don’t know if he thought they might ask him to join in or if he was simply embarrassed by this sudden outburst. Everyone found it amusing. By the fifth song I was beginning to think that it might be best if they stopped, so I gave them all a measure of scotch. All this did was lubricate their vocal chords and they started belting out a Queen song! Eventually they finished and calm was restored. They were a great bunch of guys and it will be good to see them again in the future.<br /><br />Helen is still driving miles and miles each week. She is travelling on a daily basis to places like Camberley, Coventry, and Bristol, and on a good day Exeter. The South West has some odd locations in it. I am now regularly doing the school run and getting to see a lot of the kids. This is great, but it is also hard work. Max is keen to please, but Joe has his own agenda. Usually just as I am about to take them to school I find Joe covered in mud grinning from ear to ear as he proudly shows me his find of twenty snails from the beer garden!<br />The weather has been dire, takings are down and next week we will not have Gavin on Monday or Tuesday, so it will be food for only five nights. Still I’m sure it could be worse! I’ll let you know how we get on…</div>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16840001666891510640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34002571.post-88380971898436657022007-07-01T00:29:00.000+01:002007-07-01T00:30:54.091+01:00Some ramblings to be going on with.So, we took over a pub and were full of fine plans and ideas. Within a short space of time we realised that it wasn’t important to change much about the Provi’, more a case of enhancing what was already there. A few more lights, a log fire blazing in the winter and a smile for the customers. It started well. Our chef; Karen, began to produce mouth watering food and people came from all over to taste her dishes. Things looked promising and we looked forward with enthusiasm. At first the long hours didn’t seem to matter. I would see Helen and the boys each weekend, although it used to shoot by and before I knew it they would b making their way back to Northampton. Then each day would slip into the next, I would cat nap when the opportunity arose and looked forward to the time when the takings would increase sufficiently to take on additional staff to allow me a break from the bar. Costs never decrease, but takings improved and targets started to be achieved. Throughout this time Karen was working six nights each week as well as trying to look after her young son and maintain a semblance of family life. The hours needed to make the kitchen work became too much and understandably Karen felt that she needed to hand in her notice. We found ourselves facing a predicament; we needed a new chef and quick. We advertised the position and even offered accommodation for the right candidate. We were contacted by several people who all seemed interested in the room and its potential view as well as needing to know how far the beaches are from the pub. When asked how experienced they were in the kitchen there was a long pause. Fortunately we were then contacted by a local chap called Gavin Stevens from Kingsbridge. Gavin had just returned from working in Australia and wanted to settle down in this area. His qualifications and experience were ideal and it didn’t take long to offer him the position. So here we are a few weeks down the line, the food is still great and the Provi’ continues its march towards profitability.<br /><br />So what of us? <br /><br />We have found the past few weeks extremely difficult. I cannot pretend otherwise. The boys are of an age when they need constant attention and rightfully so, Helen is working long hours and travelling long distances. I have to admit that over the last few weeks we have seriously questioned our future here at the Provi’. <br /><br />No member of staff will ever have the commitment to a business that the owner has and we have had to accept that we are hostages to that self same commodity of staff commitment. We are so reliant on the food side of the business and we have already invested a large sum of money into this, but it is very much in the hands of others and that is not necessarily the way we want things to be. It would be very easy to leave the pub and just live in our cottage; I could have lots of quality time with the kids and see a lot more of Helen. <br /><br />So what do we do? Well f**k it – I am not a quitter, so we will continue. I will endure the insults of Mr. K. (Statler) and the deliberations on the quality of my beer by Mr. B. (Waldorf) as well as enjoying the company of VP, the Euchre and cricket team as well as the host of other locals who regularly visit us.Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16840001666891510640noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34002571.post-22648191800925408532007-06-24T18:34:00.001+01:002007-06-24T18:38:55.139+01:00Oh dear.....Yes you are so right - How terrible, I haven't blogged for some time. I have so much to tell you as well, but I needed time to reflect and make sure that I didn't besmirch anyone's good (or bad) name. We have said goodbye to one chef and hello to another. We have had to give some serious thought to our long term plans here at the pub.<br /><br />Before this week is out I will endeavour to tell you our plans, explain the changes at the pub and fill in all the blanks. I also need to find out why a certain customer chose to wear pink on the one evening i wasn't in the pub!Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16840001666891510640noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34002571.post-18568102400941887512007-06-07T18:19:00.000+01:002007-06-07T18:23:48.376+01:00Time OutSorry for the time out. I have a lot to tell you and over the next few days I will reveal all. As a taster I can tell you that we now have a new chef in addition to Karen, his name is Gavin. The boys (Max & Joe) are now here, but Helen has been away most of the week - she's back tonight!<br /><br />The adventure continues, but I did question my options last week. As I said, more to follow.Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16840001666891510640noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34002571.post-83988039060496235462007-05-28T00:12:00.000+01:002007-05-28T00:18:16.476+01:00...and now the incriminating evidence.Don't say I didn't tell you so!<a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/maxflyer/Timreduce.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/maxflyer/Timreduce.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16840001666891510640noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34002571.post-17717404906171498562007-05-26T15:57:00.000+01:002007-05-26T16:02:42.613+01:00<a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/maxflyer/laru1a.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand" height="171" alt="" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/maxflyer/laru1a.jpg" border="0" /></a>I promise that I will never criticise any woman for the time it takes to get ready ever again (well for a week or two at least!) What a palaver – Make-Up, Bra straps, Fish nets. It is a terribly difficult thing; being a woman. I managed to get the dress on without too much difficulty; the fish net tights were harder, as for the make-up, well that is a real black art. I relied on Helen to smear on the different applications and when she had finished I looked like an evil Danny La Rue. I didn’t exactly sashay into the bar; more like clumped my way around the tables armed with raffle tickets. It was quite a lonely existence until the door opened and there in full girlie regalia stood the T brothers, VP and BK. My God It was scary! They looked so practiced. I referred to the dark underbelly of Prawle in a previous posting and boy, did it rear its tranny head last night. Thank you boys, for your stand of sisterly solidarity. Later Mr. K. arrived I was primed and ready to heavily fine him for his inevitable laughter and insults, but no! He stayed quiet and polite – he was either feeling unwell or determined not to have to put his hands in his pockets. Furthermore, he was dressed as a man, the nerve of the old curmudgeon! I jest; Mr. K. not only dug deep, but played his part rather well as the arbiter of taste and decorum in letting me know in no uncertain terms, that I was without a doubt the ugliest bird he had ever had the misfortune to clap eyes on. He was ably assisted by his partner in crime Mr. B. They passed comment on the attire of their fellow drinkers and made it clear that they would never cross dress – Oh the wonders of Photoshop… Watch this space.<br /><br />I will publish genuine photos of my cross dressing experience as soon as I have paid the blackmail fee, but in the meantime I would like to thank everyone who made last night so much fun. We raised £150.00 for the First Responders appeal, so all in all it was a worthwhile experience being Doris for the night.Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16840001666891510640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34002571.post-82153265176106470192007-05-24T20:34:00.000+01:002007-05-24T20:39:11.625+01:00Not long now...Less than 24 hours to go until I suspend my masculinity and become <em>the old tart behind the bar</em>. I'm not too sure about the make up bit! I will be reliant on Helen for that stuff. I've got some raffle prizes and I am determined to raise a reasonable amount to add to the first responders coffers. I need all the support I can get, with the abuse I will no doubt receive from the usual suspects I fear that this girl may be less than composed by the end of the night.Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16840001666891510640noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34002571.post-67907348922759638892007-05-22T12:15:00.000+01:002007-05-22T12:21:29.656+01:00Never let the facts get in the way of a true story.<span style="color:#3333ff;">I found the following on google regarding our recent fame and notoriety here in the village. I was impressed by the obvious high standard of research and accuracy. Also the fact, that if you read UPI's blurb at the beginning we are considered to be a subject of <em>critical information</em> - Go figure!</span><br /><br />Welcome to UPI<br />Since 1907, United Press International (UPI) has been a leading provider of critical information to media outlets, businesses, governments and researchers worldwide. UPI is a global operation headquartered in Washington, DC with offices in Beirut, Hong Kong, London, Santiago, Seoul and Tokyo.<br /><br /><br /><br />English village to build 'phone throne'<br />LONDON, May 14 (UPI) -- The Chivelstone Parish is shelling out about $200 to build a throne for visitors to stand on to get a cell phone signal in England's East Prawle Village.<br />Up until now, mobile phone users in the remote village have literally had to stand on an old wooden bridge to get enough signal to make a call, The Daily Mail reported Monday.<br />Because the parish has been receiving complaints that the bench, which is across from the public bathrooms, is getting damaged, they have decided to build a special "phone throne" for villagers to and visitors to make mobile telephone calls.<br />"Opposite the village green and just a few yards down from the public toilets is a wooden bench and villagers have found that if they climb onto it and face in the right direction they can make a call," said one fed-up villager.<br />"Unfortunately so many of them have been doing it that the bench has been getting damaged," he added.<br />East Prawle has a population of less than 200, two pubs, a shop and a park.Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16840001666891510640noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34002571.post-69574201183730856982007-05-22T09:35:00.000+01:002007-05-22T09:48:32.943+01:00Things are becoming clearer.<a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/maxflyer/ed2007.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/maxflyer/ed2007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Yes that's me in the dress! Afraid to publish you ask Mr. Anonymous? I will not succomb to your blackmail threats. Just wait until friday night when I serve you your pint I'll really look the part then. I read these comments you leave with great interest. I think people will see that below the quaint rose coloured veneer of Prawle lies a dark underbelly of people scheming to besmirch my good name. What's wrong with a little cross dressing? Furthermore, J. Edgard Hoover (former head of the FBI) was known to wear skirts, what is stranger is the fact that he disappeared off the scene around the time a certain Mr K. arrived on these shores - now I'm not suggesting anything improper should he feel the need to contact his libel lawyers, merely an observation.</div><div> </div><div>I will be fining anyone who dares take my good name in vein. I think the First responders will do very well this weekend. Dig deep in those pockets Statler and Waldorf, for I shall be passing the collection bucket around soon.</div><div> </div><div>By the way, I do look rather fetching in that little number, don't I?</div>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16840001666891510640noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34002571.post-17402801590262712522007-05-20T23:15:00.000+01:002007-05-20T23:18:36.223+01:00Injured but undeterred,I have renewed my aquaintence with muscles I no longer knew I had. I have a lump on my hand the size of a golf ball and my batting performance was poor at best, but I took two wickets!!!<br /><br />I had a thoroughly enjoyable afternoon as a player in the East Prawle Cricket team. I am about to go to bed now, but I will tell you more soon. We didn't win, but we came a close second.Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16840001666891510640noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34002571.post-38254715981582813432007-05-20T11:15:00.000+01:002007-05-20T11:31:42.143+01:00Oh dear - What have I done now?<a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/maxflyer/bat.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand" height="112" alt="" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/maxflyer/bat.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>As a publican I know only too well the effects that excess alcohol can have on someone. As I alluded to yesterday I have suffered those self same effects - my problem being amnesia. I cannot remember anything I said and this came home to me with a vengeance yesterday lunchtime. I was busy nursing my well earned hangover, a direct result of the Euchre Team Dinner that Helen and I were kindly invited to on Friday evening. Mr K. DHS, MR B. and another Mr B came into the pub for a pie and a pint. They had all been hard at work preparing the village cricket pitch for today's match against Slapton. Mr K. revelled in my apparent discomfort and more so when he pointed out that I would be playing cricket for the team today. I think my expression must have said a lot because I knew nothing of this although I had apparently agreed to it on Friday evening. I tried the old <em>"I have no whites"</em> ploy, but DHS assured me that he would provide. I then remembered that this would leave Helen on her own in the pub on a busy Sunday lunchtime. Mr K. asked her in his nicest manner if she would mind and I confidently predicted a very big YES SHE DOES MIND. Alas no, she simply smiled and said what a nice idea it would be. So now the time is drawing near and I am panicking that I may single handedly be responsible for the worst defeat in East Prawle Cricket history. I haven't bowled an over for nearly thirty years...<br /><br />I will let you know what happened later.<br /><br />Oh! One more thing, Mr K. I feel the barring coming on...</div>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16840001666891510640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34002571.post-36348210893651465462007-05-19T09:42:00.000+01:002007-05-19T15:08:32.741+01:00Ugghhhh!I have a hangover the size of a house. They made me do it, whatever it was! I can't really remember, but I think it was fun.Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16840001666891510640noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34002571.post-71325190267821614162007-05-16T12:10:00.000+01:002007-05-16T12:13:46.327+01:00envy<br /><em>verb [T] </em><br /><em>to wish that you had something that another person has:<br /></em>It’s easy to think that Polyanna is writing this blog, every entry bubbles along detailing the delights of life in the village pub, but sometimes things aren’t always sweetness and light. I think I should clarify my position here. The village is as wonderful as I describe, the people (with very few exceptions) are a delight to serve and the way of life is to die for. I am though, prone to feel fed up on occasion. I suppose the main reason is the separation from my family – yes I know everyone said so, and yes I thought I could manage it, but I am not too proud to admit that I hate it. My son; Max has just been told that he will have to wear glasses for the rest of his life. I wanted to be with him to help him understand. Isn’t that what fathers are for? Fortunately he is very pleased with himself and thinks it is a great thing. Oh to be four again!<br /><br /> <br />Lunch times are a funny affair here. On a Monday the Pig’s Nose is shut and we get a lot of walkers in for bar meals. The rest of the week tends to be very quiet. I know this will change with the onset of summer and the visitors it brings to the village, but it can be soul destroying at times standing behind the bar of an empty pub.<br /><br /><br />An amusing thing has happened this week here in Prawle. At a meeting of the parish council, someone commented on the lack of a mobile telephone signal in the village. It was said that campers often stand on the village benches to get a signal and muddy the seats. The council suggested spending money on a two foot tall concrete plinth for people to stand on instead. A reporter happened to be at the meeting and obviously short of breaking international news they ran with this staggering piece of information. We have now had BBC film crews here, Radio Five Live interviewed council members, our district councillor was even contacted by Radio Ulster – maybe Martin McGuinness and Ian Paisley feel this is an issue to be discussed by the assembly at Stormont? Now for the rub – I feel left out. All the activity centred on the village green, the Pig’s Nose was mentioned throughout, but the poor old Provi’ missed out. I even told one radio reporter that there was another pub in the village and that amazingly it was also possible to get a signal in my beer garden, but no! The Provi wasn’t deemed a location worthy of international recognition…<br /><br />So you see, envy can strike us all.<br /><br />Oh! I forgot to mention – I also barred someone from the pub, but that's another story...Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16840001666891510640noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34002571.post-59327668652981229352007-05-09T13:11:00.000+01:002007-05-15T01:05:47.165+01:00Givenchy or Chanel?I am not best pleased, but I have to announce that I will be in drag on Friday 25th May (Evening). This is down to my failure to wear a suit on Good Friday. I am already receiving suggestions as to what I should wear that evening and if anyone out there has a dress in fat bloke size, please contact me ASAP.<br /><br />I am going to charge 50 pence to everyone who laughs at me and this will go to the First Responders Appeal. This is an ongoing collection that will be used to train a local group of volunteers in the use of life saving equipment. The idea is that immediate help will be available until the emergency services arrive. Should anyone laugh excessively the amount will increase by a commensurate amount.<br /><br />The bank holiday weekend was very busy for food, but less so for drinking. I did have the pleasure of being host to a stag party who whilst drinking vast quantities did behave impeccably. They turned up on Saturday with a request to book a table for 10 that same evening. They arrived at opening time and drank and drank and drank and… They later ordered their meals and the chap who was due to jump the broomstick decided to sit in the easy chair by the log fire while waiting for his food. I guess the combination of large volumes of Dartmoor IPA, a warm log fire (and did I mention large quantities of ale?) had a soporific effect and he slumped into a peaceful sleep. His comrades obviously felt he needed the rest because when they had finished eating – some two hours later, they woke him and thanked him for his meal that they had shared between them!Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16840001666891510640noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34002571.post-84036698039416222692007-05-03T20:02:00.000+01:002007-05-04T14:58:54.778+01:00A little village info<a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/maxflyer/eastprawle.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" height="232" alt="" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/maxflyer/eastprawle.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I haven’t really said too much about the locality I find myself in. The village of East Prawle is in an area known as the South Hams. The name comes from the old English word “Hamme”, meaning sheltered place and whilst this village is far from sheltered it does enjoy a long summer and mild winters. The main towns in this area are Kingsbridge, Totnes, Dartmouth, Salcombe, Modbury and Ivybridge. I used to holiday here when I was younger and would enjoy the expanse of sand at Bantham or just strolling around Salcombe or Dartmouth looking at the boats. As I grew older I would visit the area with my own family and have taken great pleasure visiting places with my children that I first saw myself as a youngster. There is a sad inevitability about holidays though; you always have to go home, and our journeys back always seemed to be depressing affairs. I often said to Helen that on a Sunday evening we should have been travelling south on the A38, not North. I wanted to be returning to the South Hams after visiting relatives in the Midlands not leaving Devon and going back to Northampton. Now I have that luxury. I don’t get out as much as I would like to because the pub really is a full time affair, but when I do venture out I enjoy the coastal paths and hidden beaches around here. Charlie is now walking further and I am looking forward to really long walks with him.<br /><br />Whilst Salcombe claims to be Devon’s southernmost town East Prawle is Devon’s southernmost village. It looks down across valleys and out to sea. Farming is the major industry in the area and some of the farms are run by families who have been here for generations. A lot of the holiday houses and second homes enjoy spectacular sea views and as such attract a large number of visitors throughout the year. Many people visit every year and some of them have become locals in their own right some even playing in the village cricket teams.<br /><br />There is a very strong sense of community here in Prawle. The Parish Council serves its electorate well and various other village committees and groups do a lot for the well being and entertainment of all residents. As I write this entry there is an election on for the District & Parish Councils, it is being strongly fought with one of the main contenders being a villager and sometime drinker at the pub, I use the term Drinker loosely as he is the epitome of probity and rectitude!. The village, whilst not high in population has two pubs; there is first and foremost the Provi’ (I would say that wouldn’t I?) but on the green is the Pig’s Nose. This pub is run by Peter and Lesley Webber and is famous for its music nights.<br /><br />Later this month the Prawle Fair will take place. This is a wonderfully traditional English country fair with swing boats, tombola’s, plate smashing and even guinea pig races. We are going to provide Chilli Con Carne to the visitors and all proceeds will go to the causes supported by the fair committee. I am really hoping that the weather will be kind and that lots of people come and join in the fun. All of the villagers contribute in some way shape or form and at the end of the day there will be a children’s tug-of-war with the two teams representing the two village pubs. Come on the Provi’!</div>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16840001666891510640noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34002571.post-44686082500582164612007-04-29T17:13:00.000+01:002007-04-29T17:35:54.674+01:00Where's Basil Fawlty when you need him?<a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/maxflyer/German-Flag.gif"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/maxflyer/German-Flag.gif" border="0" /></a><br />Last Sunday evening was very busy, unusually so. We had every table full which is different for a Sunday evening in Prawle, but I certainly wasn’t complaining. I found myself very busy at the bar and the time went by rather quickly. Two German visitors asked for a table and I managed to seat them although they requested a table that was nearer to the log fire. I explained that this particular table had already been reserved by another party and was unavailable. The man was not impressed, but I reiterated the reasons and he went back to his wife and sat where they had been placed. I can only imagine that log fires are a rarity in Deutschland because once they had placed their food order his wife went and pulled an easy chair over to the fire and sat there gazing at the flames. I continued to man the pumps and keep the beer flowing and food coming. At one point I was two deep at the bar and trying my best to keep everyone happy when I noticed my German guest sauntering over to me. I was half way through pouring a pint of IPA when he interrupted and said in a manner that made his request more akin to an order, “Excuse me, please you vill go and stoke ze fire now?” Well! I smiled pleasantly and through gritted teeth explained that, “No I won’t be stoking the fire, because as he may have noticed I am rather busy right now!” He returned muttering to his Fraulein.<br /><br />The following evening they returned and enjoyed another of Karen’s top meals. I waited until they had finished their last spoonful and asked them, “haben Sie gut gegessen?” Meaning – Have you eaten well? They were somewhat taken aback and I only wish I could have remembered how to say “You shouldn’t mutter about people when they can hear and understand –ish you!”<br /><br />As an aside, it was only after they had gone that I remembered that the pub walls are adorned with Shepherd Neame Spitfire posters!!! So much for political correctness.Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16840001666891510640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34002571.post-32282383443066300832007-04-26T21:03:00.000+01:002007-04-26T21:07:37.735+01:00<div>It’s been a while I know! I am reminded constantly by certain people, no names no pack drill – Mr. K! Anyway, since my last offering I have had some quality time with Helen and the little ones and even managed a decent coastal walk last Sunday morning with Helen’s mum. I have managed to chip a tooth. Now I could claim that it happened whilst evicting a seven foot tall axe wielding drunk from the bar, but that wouldn’t really be true. It actually happened biting into a sausage sandwich – can you believe that? I now whistle my way through conversations as well as looking like a reject extra from a medieval film scene. </div><div><br /><br />I have been racking my brains for some time about who Mr. K. & Mr. B. remind me of when they are together. It has finally come to me – Statler and Waldorf from the Muppets. They are so alike it is scary. All I need is a balcony for them to sit in and everything would be perfect. I jest, they are a welcome addition to the pub and keep me interested and amused (and on my toes) at the same time.</div><a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/maxflyer/StatlerAndWaldorf.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/maxflyer/StatlerAndWaldorf.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div><br />It is local election time here and some of my locals are canvassing keenly for their respective candidates. I do not allow official canvassing within the confines of the pub, but it has been interesting listening to peoples’ comments at the bar regarding the politics of the area. I have noticed how different the concerns of country folk are to those of townies and I must admit to having had to be educated in rural matters. I am now on the electoral roll so I will exercise my right to vote, but in the absence of a Monster Raving Loony Party candidate I am not sure where my cross will be placed.<br /><br />The Euchre team have had a major result. We are now in the final of the Brooking Plant Cup. I am going to go along on the night and provide support and also a few pints for the team. They are a great bunch and their custom has helped me through the quiet winter months. They have also been trying to teach me how to play the game; I think I’m a lost cause there.<br /><br />On Monday this week I went to The Breakfast Club, this was held in the village café and was a really nice way to start the day. A full English breakfast, coffee, good company and an abundance of Union flags as it was also St. George’s day. Chris and Viv the proprietors really made it the place to be. Chris looked the picture of sartorial elegance in his blazer and flannels. I maintained my standards by wearing old jeans and a scruffy t-shirt.<br /><br />It has been suggested that I may like to join the village cricket team. It has been some years since I bowled a googly, but hey! I’m up for it. I just need to get some whites and well who knows what may happen, I am sure it will be worth it even if I do receive a healthy dose of sledging from certain quarters.</div>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16840001666891510640noreply@blogger.com0