WE DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THIS
Like so many others, we got into this trade because we love sharing these little boltholes with others and watching you enjoy them and make memories to cherish between these walls. We do it because we like a bit of banter whilst pouring a beer. We’ve always believed in doing the best we can with the circumstances we’ve got.
WE DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THIS
Like so many others, we got into this trade because we love sharing these little boltholes with others and watching you enjoy them and make memories to cherish between these walls. We do it because we like a bit of banter whilst pouring a beer. We’ve always believed in doing the best we can with the circumstances we’ve got.
2019 YEAR IN REVIEW
Some time in the period between Christmas and New Year I was having a bit of banter with some of our locals and I airily proclaimed that 2019 would be our Best Year Ever. I’m not sure what made me so assured of this fact but, I decreed, the next 12 months would...
LIVE TO WORK OR WORK TO LIVE?
It was a Saturday afternoon as we squelched through the muddy fields surrounding a local National Trust house. Ears muffled, scarves wound round our throats, gloved hands shoved into pockets. Thick grey clouds blanketing the sky; the threat...
HOW (NOT) TO BE A MANAGER
Never have I ever tried to disappear into thin air as much as during P.E. lessons at school. I hated sports, for sure, or breaking into a sweat or becoming breathless, but I really disliked being picked for a team. Or not picked. Or the worst of all: being the...
A MARTYR TO WORK
I lied to a nine-year old girl. She'd told me she had two weeks off from school for the Easter Holidays. I gasped in fake horror. "Two weeks?" I shrieked. "That's crazy! Guess how long I've got off for Easter…" "A week!" she answered triumphantly. "Nope."...
PUBS ARE THE NEW SCHOOLS
t’s been a tense summer of coursework, deadlines, results and applications for many of our staff. Some have stepped up to college and realised that life only gets harder the older you are; others have disappeared off to uni to wreak havoc as...
525,600 MINUTES IN THE MAKING
One year. 52 weeks. 365 days. 8760 hours. 525,600 minutes since we officially took over The Fleur De Lys. Some days it feels like I can remember every single moment and others I am left scratching my head and wondering where the time went. Wasn’t it only...
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