Pumpkins and British hospitality

We headed over to Hindhead and walked around the Devil's Punch Bowl, calling at a pub in Thursley for lunch, or we would have done had we not been informed by the man behind the bar that we needed to have booked a table and no he didn't have sandwiches or a pie. That's the modern British pub for you. So we bought a pint and some crisps and ate them outside where I found these pumpkins lined up by a wall.

Still hungry, we called in the National Trust cafe when we reached Hindhead. We ordered some bacon sandwiches only to be told that they stopped serving bacon sandwiches at 2.30 pm. It was 2.28 pm by watch. I asked the woman behind the counter if she had seen that Michael Douglas film, Falling Down. She looked blank so the point was missed.

There used to be a great greasy spoon cafe here a few years ago, but the National Trust. which owned the site, gave the cafe owners notice to quit. The owners fought the NT in the courts and lost.You could get a bacon sandwich at any time of the day at that time - cheaper too. But you couldn't get lime and ginger cordial. You can now. The National Trust thinks of everything.

I suppose we should be grateful we made it out at all. I went to bed last night only to find that Gill had put the clock forward an hour rather than back an hour. I was so confused I had to check again on the computer. I hope the Government pushes through the great experiment with double summer time. Bring it on and well done Russia.