Now I know I keep banging on about where we are, moored by the Black Lion pub, here in the wilds of Staffordshire towards the end of the Caldon Canal, Consall Forge. We are still here for another day but, if ever you find yourselves anywhere near, you must visit.
Jason is the hardworking boss of this delightful free house (haven’t worked out what free means). He is supported by a busy friendly bar team to include Laura, Michael and Dara to mention just a few and Tracy and another Laura are busy in the kitchen preparing snack lunches and proper dinners. My humans have sampled all departments with much delight and I have eaten a small bit of steak that I was given and can recommend it, medium rare.
Today my long haired one’s daughter Fiona and her family arrived for a visit. They all had a barbecue lunch at The Black Lion, I got nothing, but I had worked out a plan from my vantage point under their table.
The plan: I would return to the hamburger barbecue where I had clocked rather a lot of discarded hamburger bits and buns.
The opportunity arose when they all returned to the long kennels for cups of coffee. While they were fussing as to who would have what. I did a vanishing trick, returned and got under the gate, across the railway line under another gate through the gardens to the barbecue.
Just as I got there, undetected, I was arrested by a nice lady who spotted that I was not on a lead which is a requirement in the gardens because of the chickens. She recognized me and was bringing me back to my long kennel as my family came looking for me. Just my luck, my bearded one was quite cross with me.
My photo today is my long haired one having her coffee and me thinking about hamburgers.