Simon and Wendy Greaves run a great pub in the Royal at Clayton, and for this they have been recognised by becoming Bradford branch’s latest Pub of the Season. Chairman Brian is seen here presenting the appropriate plague to Simon.
Sadly, the couple might have just had enough with their pubco landlords. And a recent double bereavement didn’t help.
So, in spite of a very hefty ingoing charge, and a similar amount spent on improvements, they are not appreciated one little bit by the pubco. No help. No consideration. Nowt.
This is not an unusual tale, as we know, but it is still so frustrating for publicans and, of course, for their customers. One day all pubs will be owned and run by people and companies who actually care about them being a pub, and not just as part of a huge property portfolio.
But back to the pub and back to current times:
A fine range of wellkept ales grace the bars, and is served into two totally separate and completely different rooms. That’s the way it should be. Live entertainment is provided on occasion and seems to go down well.
Simon has built a splendid shed to one side of the pub. Well, “shed” is not really the correct term; it’s far too good or that. And it’s more than just a smoking area too. In recent years, there has been something of a beer festival held in there, as well as in the pub itself.
Off duty for once, the Lord Mayor turned up and volunteered his services in holding up one side of the plague. With just one hand, too.
The message to take from this is to get there while you can and show your appreciation for all the hard work which has been lavished on the place. We all sincerely hope it will it be the case that it survives and prospers as it is, but…