15th Century Pub and A Domestic


Years ago when we first moved to Cornwall, we did lots of day-trips out and most of them were decided on a whim, the sun is out, c’mon let’s go for a drive sort-of-thing.  It was easy to do that of course because we didn’t have little T with us yet, and since we’ve just arrived from Africa, the husband wasn’t working yet and therefore we could do as we please, i.e. go down driving in search of pubs that did their own brewing.  We’ve heard of one in Helston, so that was our destination for the day.

It was a lovely spring day.  The sky was blue and all the flowers and trees were out in full-bloom of every kind and colour.


Lovely isn’t it?


The Blue Anchor is one of the oldest Inns in the UK and is said to have been brewing their own beer over 600 years!  We were told that it was originally a monks resting house where they made strong honey based mead.  Today, they make a variety of “Springo Ales” made of traditional recipes.  The pub has retained its original features, so it’s definitely well worth a visit even if you’re not much into beer.


It was an early lazy afternoon when we strolled into the pub.  The husband (who was then my boyfriend) ordered a couple of pints (probably half for him since he was driving).  Don’t ask me what it was like, because I wouldn’t be able to tell you.  To me, they all taste alike!  What I remember though is the drama that unfolded right before our eyes and that’s what I really want to write about.

A couple, probably in their late 50s came in.  The man actually looked like an ageing rock star, a bit like  Bill Nighy’s character in the movie “Love Actually” so it didn’t come as a surprise when he strolled in and headed straight for the piano and started playing and singing! His voice was good, aged, and infused with probably too much alcohol, late nights, cigarettes and maybe even drugs.  His lady-friend/wife or girlfriend was probably of the same age, though she looked even more wasted and more of a sorry-sight than him.

It was all good, for a while they were both laughing/singing and joking with the barman (which made us guess that they were probably locals).  Then all of a sudden the woman started hurling expletives at him.  It was one of those domestic rows that were uncomfortable to witness.  It takes me ages to finish a pint and as I was trying to gulp my glass down, hoping to do a hurried exit, they thankfully stormed out of the pub. And as they left, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.  The barman said that yes, it was a familiar scene.  Before he could even say another word, the faded “rock-star” came in and hid under a table not far from us!  Then the woman came back and shouted “Where is he?”  She looked around and didn’t wait for anyone to reply and went out again.

What’s even more depressing was that we saw her slumped on the pavement with her head in her hands and muttering to herself.  Sad sight really.


Have you ever been in an uncomfortable situation like the scene mentioned above?

Then before driving away, I spied this lovely red cab and just had to take a photo of it.

This post is linked-up with PODcast’s #WhatsTheStory


Have a great week!


  1. Wow that sounds crazy! Scary even. What a beautiful pub though. I hope if you visit again you get to enjoy a nice slow pint in peace 🙂 x

    • Thanks… with little T around, I think it will take awhile before I can ever enjoy a nice slow pint again in peace 🙂 x

  2. They sound like one crazy couple, I hope they were OK, but I bet it will be one you will look back on with a “do you remember when…” in years to come. (What’s the Story)

  3. Okay, that story was brilliant and disturbed at the same time – but what is even better is that you have the pictures from years ago, just like they were waiting for you to write this! 🙂

  4. Oh my word what a story Dean! Memorable though it must be said. How awesome you had this Bill Nighy like character playing first, bet that was good. The aftermath must have been so awkward! Thank you so much for sharing with #whatsthestory

    • Same here. My initial reaction was – “Lets get out of here!” Thankfully they stormed out before we could even gulp our drinks down.

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