A very happy Friday night night was spent at the Dodford Inn celebrating their first year of being back in business after been closed by the Land owners in an attempt to redevelop the pub and the land into residential housing.
Suffice it to say after a very long 2 year battle the campaign group, the Local Council and Camra were successful in telling the developer to Foxtrot Oscar and never darken our doorstep again!
Pubs like The Dodford are becoming an increasingly rare commodity. It’s a proper pub, with a proper bar which serves proper ale and which is a credit to the Landlord Richard Scott and the good home cooking should make Richard’s Missus Min very proud indeed. Indeed the Camra Head Shed were on hand Friday evening to dole out a couple of awards to them.
This weekend which coincided with St Georges Day was used as a celebration not just to mark the first anniversary and our Patron Saint’s Day but in my opinion was also a celebration to common sense, which just like the pub is also a rare commodity these days. St Georges Day was also an excuse for Richard the Gaffer to dress up as the Dragon Slayer himself and run around scaring the kids with a lifesize replica of an Old English Broadsword that was a long as Fay is tall! I just regret not getting a photo of him as I was too busy pissing my self laughing!
Edit, found this photo on The Dodfords Facebook page. Richard and Min getting their Camra award thingies.
Richard had also organised got a hog roast, a BBQ, a beer festival, a few bands on, a new ale launch and some Morris Dancers. All in all a very busy weekend.
If you are a regular reader of this missive, then you’ll know that we always go to the Dodford of a Friday tea time, stay an hour or two then bugger off when The Spawn of Satan kicks off. This Friday we were able to stay for the duration as the weather was great and we were camping in the big field surrounding the pub. Dan could run around to his hearts content without pissing everyone off and when he finally crashed we could sit around the tent and carry on enjoying ourselves.
A few piccys below.
The pub from the back field.
The bar with Chris doing the honours.
View from my bivvy, 0600hrs Saturday morning.
Fay and Dan awake…
Fay last to be ready, as usual!
I slept outside in my bivvy and doss bag. I was absolutely fine and slept the sleep of the just! I’d forgotten just how much I enjoy sleeping out. I had to disappear into the bushes at about 0245hrs for a comfort break and when I got back into my bag I just lay there staring at the stars until I drifted off again. Fantastic!
As you may or may not recognise, I managed to hang on to my Army doss bag and kip mat. My Goretex Bivvy bag was purchased by me, like a lot of other squaddies back in the day as the bashas they expected us to sleep in were crap! Just remember servicemen, the kit you use is made to the lowest possible budget!
Today I’m off coaching, it’s our lads very last game as an age group as they progress to Colts and adult rugby next year. I know it’ll be an emotional time. There’s a BBQ and bar afterwards and a bit of a get together with everyone who has been involved over the years.
And finally onto bikes, Phase 2 starts tomorrow with a 20 mile east side pedal. I suppose if I’m realistic, I needed to lose around 8 stones to be back to my youthful most fit weight. It’s about 9 or 10 months into this thing and I’m roughly half way. I wonder if the last 4 stones will come off in the same amount of time?