You don’t notice it until it’s gone.
The Admiral Nelson pub, halfway up the Braunston lock flight, has slaked the thirsts of ten generations of canal users.
Anyway, the sign said:
"It's your own fault we closed. You didn't come and spend enough with us when you had the chance, so go bobbing for apples in a toilet, you cheapskates!
"I bet you spend all your dole money on 2 litre bottles of Ice White cider. Serves you right, I hope you die of thirst. We're off to Spain where they know how to support bars properly."
Or something like that.
Wait, now I remember; Ernie of NB Ten Bob Note remembered to photograph it when he passed through in February (above). Thanks, Ernie!
It's an Enterprise Inn, described on their website a couple of months ago as being in 'Braunstone, Leicestershire'. I rang Enterprise Inn's area Manager, Jeremy Griffiths, to break the news to him that perhaps this was why business was so bad - people were getting lost trying to find it. He promised to get it changed - and said it would soon have new tenants.
I rang the new owner late on a busy night, and he was bonhomie personified, and invited me down to see for myself how splendidly everything was going. (He didn't offer to pay, but he did sound kind, friently and optimistic.)
Naturally I'll never get around to dropping in on my way past. It's a tough location for boaters to stop at, with the only moorings being in short pounds between locks.
Made more troublesome for towpath walkers by the broody swans in the spring.