The Tavern

This was completely new to me this evening. My friend suggested a drink here while my daughter was at ballet.
We’re not going again! The entrance is not kit, so there’s no sense of welcome. We stumbled through the dark porch into a dimly lit empty space with a pool table. Following sounds of very loud laughter we turned left to find the bar at the far end, a blaring TV, a handful of ‘punters who all seemed to know each other and laughed — no, cackled is the word — very loudly.
A fire had been lit, so having armed ourselves with halves of bitter shandy, we sat hoping to enjoy the fire and a natter. Not to be! After five minutes we retreated to the other end for some peace — brrr, it was almost cold here — but we needed relief from the raucaus cackling.
After a while some one added country music to the mix, but thankfully we were about to leave.
I give it a point for being close to the ballet class. It is a local boozer, but a bit of effort could make it much more welcoming and comfortable. As well as some exterior lighting!
I would have driven by without noticing it.
It seems upper Parkstone isn’t hot on good pubs! Oh, and the shandy tasted a bit odd.