The White Swan

15/09/2026

Long walks through falling leaves, or a walk over the majestic Humber Bridge. There are plenty of reasons to take the scenic route back to The White Swan, where you can take a seat for something refreshing to drink in the perfect pub ambiance.

13/09/2026

My Sunday blog this week is on a postcard, a postcard of wanderings, music and musings, a bouquet of clumsy words of fragments of what's around me. In fact I'm keeping postcard diaries from everywhere, taking postcards with polaroids, literally sending postcards everyday, because whilst I'm on a break, I'm in Search of the Golden Ale. Such is Pub Life, you never get away from it, I do need to write it down.

I love travelling, I'm a casual observer of all things. I met in a rather quaint village pub, moon-struck-ale-drinkers, who basically lived of the grid, earth scented but with visual dreams of the cosmos, I assume they live in Moonasteries.

I've also met a fretful-future-traveller on an Ale Oddessy, he was talking about strange machines and why the stars don't really align, after a few ales of what he was drinking, I felt like dancing a supernova Coco Rocha, twas strong stuff indeed and, I'm convinced when walking back to our accommodation for the night, I saw an unleashed ghost-bat.

In our wayfinder van, we'll be heading to the coast where salty sailors unite in pubs and sing sea shanty songs, whilst saltwater swimmers like fearless life explorers every morning plunge into the freezing cold sea, the swimmers exited slippers await them on the sea shore, theirafter they warm themselves on vodka and chocolate.

It seems a long-long-long-2026, I've worked a full visual dream ably supported by my staff and I truly appreciate you covering a little time out. Mum and Andy too, thank you.

This short break is just a trifling thing, I've bought with me a bottle of black ink to blog my way round, surreptiously clandestine in my Search for the Golden Ale. It'll be an elemental moments if i find it, you my Patrons will absolutely the first to know. Like I said pub-work even on holidays never stops, such is life, I love it.

I trust your all well and thank you for continuing support of the White Swans quest. I'll see you all when I get back, cheers - Lisa

12/09/2026

The ever-popular independent Ciders currently available at The White Swan.

11/09/2026

10/09/2026

The White Swan Quirky Quiz raising funds for The Barton Broads Book Facility is now at full capacity! See you all on the 23rd of September.

10/09/2026

A quite marvellous Gentleman and Historian is researching the history of The White Swan. This excerpt is a written account at the end of the Napoleonic Wars, 1815. It's fascinating that distinguished Officers dined sumpthously at The George in Barton, whilst the Privates drank Ale in Barton's White Swan. It's remarkable to think, we had soldiers from the Napoleonic Wars in the White Swan, talking about their battles with Napoleon's French Fusiliers, maybe even veterans of The Battle of Waterloo. The White Swan is the oldest of pubs in Barton, there's so much history to discover. Thank You kind Sir.

09/09/2026

We planted the Dahlia's late this year and finally they are blooming, a lovely Autumn flower in The White Swan Stable Yard B**r Garden for you to enjoy on the still warm days enjoying a drink outside. This dahlia is called "Cafe Au Lait" and its surrounded by purple flowering Verbena bonariesis.

06/09/2026

Watch out, I'm about to fixate on a pub thing, because it's time to embrace once more realignment and, reform a few things to enhance your time in the White Swan. Because its no time for stability or for me to embrace the art of slow living (not yet anyway), luxurious lifestyles (as if), living out of society with three cats and two silly geese (I wish), sitting with stars (I do already). Nostalgia-is-a-bitch, we're not resting on our laurels, we're moving forward, at all times retaining the aesthetic of a proper pub.

The White Swan, your summer haven is slipping into Autumn with acorns. Autumn sooths the soul where you can harvest your summer memories with a pint of ale or c***r. Autumn rains are the best. Autumn leaves and early winter breezes is the crisp season, therefore find a cozy corner of the Pub, eat drink and be Autumn people. We celebrate the seasons here, there's no bad vibes.

Tis been a good week post B**r & Ale Festival, a guy celebrated his birthday here last week declaring loudly "I'm Fifty fu***ng two" before giving an impassioned speech about being a life-time insomniac, living in perpetual fluorescent gloom. There was also the most loveliest lady with a quiet dramatic voice, drinking her favourite gin, whilst dressed in her mode of chic, I'm convinced she makes rainbows, Scarlet Rose I call her, she engraves memories on petals.

I've loved my very own pub garden this year, the hanging baskets have been enjoying the rainy night crusades, the smell of flowers in the pubs-chaos is divine, though the weeds scream ferociously when pulled out, because they want to be around the herbs and blooms. Alas, secretly in twilight solos, they return.

Thank you for stopping by - Lisa