Washed Stop In

19 Nov


I thought of my grandfather today while sharing one glass of draught with the lads in the tennis team. Rain tumbled down for most of the day. With the last two matches of the day cancelled, we stopped for a quiet one on the way back home. Entering from the back, the Fyansford Hotel is like a mini rabbit warren as you weave through different passages to the front bar. My grandfather had the odd drink at this very bar after working in a nearby quarry many years ago. From what I’ve been told, he would have had one glass, maybe two, then he would be off home. It was nice sitting on a stool at that very bar and imagining him there…

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Posted by on November 19, 2011 in Uncategorized


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