Our Pub

George and I had an evening out on the town at our local neighbourhood pub before I went on holidays. By "on the town" I mean a seven minute walk from our door along the road past weekender cottages and horse pastures...

These are a some of photos of the evening.
It was a hot summer night and a few of us met for drinks at The Whitehouse.

The pub has quite a history, taking into consideration the relative worldly scheme of things.
It was originally built as a wayside inn to serve the old stagecoach trail that ran north and south along the valley. That same road runs right by our house.
In the years since it has been bought and sold and fallen into disrepair.
The establishment is now owned and operated by a local couple - the wife being the kindergarten teacher at our elementary school...
As a matter of fact, the pub's expansive parking area, that houses an old wooden sailboat, a run down camper and a vintage fire truck, backs onto the school's playground.

The Whitehouse no longer lets rooms, but it hosts many popular events throughout the year and is considered a curious attraction by many.
It has seen its share of millionaires bellied up to its comfortable bar, helicopter tours have landed in the lot out back, the odd fisticuffs has broken out upon its warped red carpeted floors and many a band has held its debut within its hallowed walls...

I always know that when I pay the old place a rare visit, I'll likely bump into a character or two or the odd buddy out for a refreshing wee drop.

I love living in a small town!