It’s time to put in perspective the demise of our village pubs. The hardened drinkers of yesteryear have gone.
With the advent of cheap booze from the supermarket, satellite TV and the summer barbecue, the local hostelries are no longer supported like they once were.
When I was growing up, we didn’t have a new sofa, or a fitted carpet... my parents had the sofa from the lady down the road, and the carpet was a square in the middle of the room. Of course the television provides us with adverts for
interest-free sofas/TVs/carpets and so forth, all on credit but in the end this all needs paying for and let’s be honest, we all want new things, not someone’s cast offs.
My dad was one of those that went to the pub every night, and weekends too. He used to walk to the Saracens Head pub here in the village, pushing me in my pram as a baby. I virtually grew up in there and it came as no surprise that my first Saturday job was a cleaner
at that very same establishment. t closed for a short while back in the early nineties but was soon up and running again and is still open today, being one of the few village pubs left.
When I was first married, my husband and I would be at a pub in one place or another for at least five nights a week,
whether it be for dominoes, darts, quizzes or socialising... to have two nights at home was bliss!
Circumstances then altered, family life took over
and the only reason I go to a pub now is for a meal and I think a lot of other people do the same, but, that’s not every night. Times have changed.