Well guys its been a while! Sorry for the lack of posts I seem to have difficulty aligning free time with functioning faculties at the moment. I get a second wind after trading ends but by that time I am unable to focus properly to write this.
So where are we now? Well this is the end of the weekend that starts my tenth week here at the Plough, where did that time go? The pub remains nearly as determined to succeed as I am to help her, we both have an uphill battle but hey if it was easy everybody would do it wouldn’t they. Local trade is picking up and tourist trade remains complimentary albeit in declining numbers. It is not only the pub herself that has character, the local community is littered with eclectic souls but each one is good-natured and supporting of the old girl in their own, often unique, way.
Notable visits from the big island this period have been Dave and Linda who spent 5 days here and seemed to thoroughly enjoy the hospitality of the old girl. It was great for me to see them enjoy every evening with people who drink in the pub, it shows what a wonderfully friendly environment the old girl creates. A visit from Andy, Geoff and Zoff was brief but nice although I missed the opportunity to cogitate on trade matters with Geoff probably because the Plough is busier than the Ship used to be, maybe next time. This month brings a visit from my good friend Andre, whilst he is only here for one night he gets a special mention for coming all of the way from Montreal to visit the little island.
Other notable mentions of late go to Jo for keeping me vaguely sane in between telling me off and taking the mickey (thanks sis), to Helen for lovely pics of smiles from the big island and to Andrew and Dave for being the sounding blocks I need sometimes.
There remains no staff here and I think it may be some time until there is as we are heading, rapidly, out of season. My working week runs to 130 hours and I am now working day 66 without a break, but its a great job. I don’t use the term ‘little pub’ so much now after a few early hours moments sat in the other bar and being somewhat overwhelmed by the sheer enormity of the building, her history and the responsibility that she brings. The list of jobs is endless and grows at a rate that I couldn’t cope with even if I didn’t have to do the front of house stuff and I am constantly feeling guilty for not giving the property the time and effort she deserves. No of course I don’t eat or sleep properly but those that know me will know that is nothing new.
For those who will, inevitably, wonder I can confirm that I don’t regret the move. The pub is a wonderful pub and people are so complimentary about her and the experience that they have here. Whilst people still say that they can smell paint I can now smell the pervading smell of beer that tells me that the pub is alive. When I say the smell of beer I don’t just mean from where my clothes and skin are soaked in it but I walk behind the bar in the morning after a busy session and it just smells well seasoned. Last night I sat on the sofa in the bar with a bottle of water (yes water) at 1 am and once again pondered both where I am and the sheer enormity of the task ahead of me but I still feel the love for the place and remain immensely proud to hold the keys to the Plough.
This morning I had some calls to make and took the opportunity to take a stroll along the cliff top on an absolutely stunning morning. Looking out over the bay I could have been in any resort in the world, whilst its true that I don’t get to spend so much time out and about at the moment that is the view that explains why this is home.