01/11/2026
Its okay to keep an oddish diary, making notes under the moonlight, watching ghostly leaves falling from trees, whilst observing the neon on the roof above someone's twilight garden. Living in an old pub, I'm writing an eternal ode to Ale alongside my Marionette's, who seemingly move independently, "haunt me then" I say, whilst outside on the roof I can see a squinty cat, it's not Captain Blackcat, but when I look at it again, it's gone.
It's the end of financial year for The White Swan, it seems that the universe keeps singing it's song as we continue to progess. Thank you to all of you, you've helped hugely to create a proper pub in the community, a destination pub for those seeking independent ales and ciders.
Of course the disgraceful [tax] anomaly that hospitality faces, doesn't help, but it doesn't deter me either.
The things that occupy my mind everyday, ale, ciders, whiskys, wines is my bibbl'... because in this time of bewilderment, I'm not going to do anything less than ensure The White Swan Patrons visit is the best it can be, it's a safe haven were you can find sanity, with fairly priced b**r and a cheery welcome, there's a garden sanctuary too, afterall, life improves being surrounded by positivity and affirmation, truly - Lisa
