A Two-Year Wait, But Worth It!

It’s almost as though the last two years have never happened.  With the first sip of that dark frothing pint––Weihenstephaner Hefe Dunkel 5.3% for those who are interested––I could almost imagine that I was awakening from a strange dream, and the long hiatus since my last similar pint had been nothing more than a mere mirage.

It is as though nothing has changed.  In the particular pub, which I consider my spiritual home, the décor is exactly the same, right down to the split in the faux, brown leather banquette where I normally sit, and where the white stuffing is beginning to protrude.

As per usual at lunchtime, I have the place to myself.  A quiet, unvarying haven of tranquillity in the heart of the busy city.  The beer is as good as ever I remembered it; the choice, if I should elect to break from tradition––heaven forbid!––expansive and eclectic.  Good, God, I have missed this place.  It almost makes working worthwhile.

But, things have changed.  Nice though it would be to dismiss the last two years as some kind of Bobby-in-the-shower type dream, the London I return to is a different place to the one, which I left.  It is etched in the faces; written in the stories; recorded in the grim figures of a pandemic, unknown in a century.

Which is all the more reason why I value this sanctuary.  The solid bricks of its structure; the long tradition of drinking ale; the comforting continuity from past to present.  It is an anchor in an uncertain world.  Right down to the split in the fax, brown leather banquette.  I hope that it is never repaired.

© Beery Sue

Beery Sue gets a bit sentimental.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s