Garden Hermit Goes to the Pub 2

No apostrophe on the sign Russ... ...but only Russ will be able to tell me whether there should be an apostrophe in the title and, if so, where it should be ( I’m aiming for a short version of 'Ebenezers is Good', Russ ).   As the auto spellcheck didn’t suggest one, and Apple are never wrong... Satellite image - shadow of a giant GH eclipses UK...? Anyway the shadowy figure that is Garden Hermit was once again on the move to investigate post-lockdown pub life in the local village.... Bass pipe...?... ...past the mysterious half buried pipeline in the woods, possibly supplying draught Bass direct from Burton to secret storage tanks on the lost Isle of Wight... Bridge art ...under the bridge carrying the Hythe & Fawley railway line, closed (except for Fawley Refinery traffic) in the 1960s and now no longer used by the Refinery. However it may soon become Hampshire’s newest rescucitated railway ... Pop up squashed flat advertising... I past the litter still doing its best to a

  ...every man to do his duty, as Nelson famously told his men, using some early messaging system involving flags,  at the re-openeing of pubs post-lockdown  Battle of Trafalgar.   Of course I’ve blogged this Hythe village centre pub before  and I have unashamedly stolen this cropped photo from the previous blog post  on that other blogging site that I have now abandoned.   However in one of my first post lockdown sorties to the local village (yes really) it seemed appropriate to look in at The Lord Nelson and see how the traditional, multi-roomed pub is fairing since the pubs re-openend. Ok it seems... First challenge to negotiate the narrow passageway past the two small front rooms, and the Poop Deck snug, to the large rear room without encountering anyone coming the other way.  Mission accomplished, I arrived in the rear bar, squirted the sanitiser (on my hands of course) and approached the heavily fortified  well screened bar.   It was difficult to see the cask ale pump clips past

From the hermitage, a walk down a neighbouring cul de sac is the quickest route to the nearest proper pub.. ...not a long walk, in fact Ordnance Survey say it’s a mere 0.5km, taking all of 6 minutes At the end of the cul de sac, a path leads through woodland full of dappled sunlight... ...and out through the gates which were once part of an old long lost country mansion... ...just in time to wonder why the local peacock crossed the road.  Could it be because it’s too posh for chickens round here...? . Not far now...just the quaint little time tunnel to pre-covid Britain path.... ...and there it is... The Travellers Rest. .. fitting after such a tough walk. The sanitiser bottle on the table by the side gate was empty but not to worry, I pushed open the door and went inside where there was another table with sanitiser, instructions for social distancing and a laptop for entering track and trace details. The landlord must have spotted my puzzled expression as I looked at the laptop scree