Next door has changed

We haven’t been to Next Door at the George for ages. There was a time we’d pop up there almost every Sunday.

Back then it was a cosy little corner of a pub that served good food and had a lovely glass cabinet full of cakes. We would often take visiting friends there for Sunday lunch.

The odd thing about Next Door at the George was that the staff was almost always comprised of Australians and New Zealanders. It made is wonder why a little town on the Hampshire border without a train and not a lot of tourist interest would attract so many Antipodeans.

Well that has all changed. The place has been extensively renovated top the extent that the bar has even changed sides. Where the bar once stood is a small desk where one checks in for the newly appointed accommodation.

The staff seems to be mostly Schumanian with the notable exception of the man I assume is either manager or owner…or both. He was distinctly Scottish.

The whole place looks lovely and the food was marvellous. Special mention should be made of the bread and butter pudding and the espresso martini, both of which were a delight.

Also delightful was Farnham Heath where we took the dogs for a walk in the oh so rare sunshine this morning. We thought it only right to allow the girls some running room.

Though poor Day-z send beyond running these days. She’s recently displaying the shaky and unsteady legs associated with rheumatism. In fact, this morning, Mirinda woke her gently to go downstairs and she screamed with pain – Day-z not Mirinda. We don’t know why but I think it could have been a cramp or just a bad pain in her legs.

Anyway, while she was increasingly slow, Day-z loved the walk. As did the other two lunatics.

Another walk, somewhat shorter, was had after our rather filling lunch. We wandered around the back streets of the delightful Odiham (not Odeon as mum insists), stopping for a moment to watch the fire brigade remove the Christmas tree from the church tower.

It was then back to Max and home.

Though my day was far from over as I had to go to the flat and pick up a much need document…which wasn’t there…and return home empty handed.

Bob’s house in Odiham