07/06/2026
At times like these and particularly of late, I gave myself a 'self-care-reminder.' Notwithstanding what's going on in the world outside The White Swan, I've felt utterly disorientated with so much to deal with ... truly outer-space wasn't far enough away for me to escape, of course I'd have taken with me a cosmic kitten and, no doubt I'd have bumped into a lost space ghost. Regardless our scars make us who we are, and we heal by starting at the centre of the spiral. It takes courage to choose hope, hope strengthens, fear kills passion, enthusiasm and any hope.
This ain't a pub sob, I love the White Swan, our Patrons and staff, there's always a flowery tale to tell, alas I'm a quiet writer, writing quietly poetics on the periphery, there's no Gloom Witch Writer here.
God save the Pubs of England, with stunning pints, and eclectic Patrons served by dedicated Publicans who are either geniuses or just plain insane. I feel like it's time for a literary pub crawl, especially visting pubs in books and movies, least I'll be able to recharge.
Thank you as always for your support. Soon the scaffolding will be gone and The White Swan will look bloody-marvellous and, then we'll progress onto the next stage of development. A special Thank You Margaret Burnett for the Rainbow over the White Swan- Lisa