It has been quite a long time since I ventured into Sandbach town centre on a Saturday night. The place has a reputation for trouble from (mainly) younger drinkers but I stayed well clear of the noisy pubs they tend to frequent. My destination was the Lower Chequer and I was very pleasantly surprised to see a familiar, and very pretty, face behind the bar. OK, behind the bar most of the time, she kept nipping out to watch the Eurowarbling on telly whenever she could.
Anyway, Joules’s Blonde (the beer, not the barmaid) was on excellent form and went down very nicely. I lost track of time in friendly conversation with other customers in the pub while Harvey did his usual poor neglected hound impression to mooch for food.
The towels went up at eleven o’clock… Yes, I was surprised too… But I managed another pint while the staff were cleaning up and was dispatched homewards in a suitably happy condition, not least from having got a peck on the cheek from the barmaid.
It seemed quite odd walking home through town while most of the pubs were still open, but I’d had a most enjoyable evening and didn’t see the point in aiming for any of the other dog friendly pubs that were serving until later.
“Elegant sufficiency” as the landlord in the Globe used to say when I was a lot younger.
Picture postcard pub, and with a welcome every bit as good as you could ever ask for.