Micycle insisted on riding that day even though it was still raining after the downpours of the night before. Micycle got washed but I got soaked. Anyway I went as far as the far side of Betty’s bay and then stopped off at the Barrel pub for brunch on the way back.
A young couple from Kleinmond had recently taken it over so Micycle and I were duty bound to inspect it. Here is a snap of the pub. It was not busy that day but it is a nice place so I’m sure it fills up on weekends and as the season approaches. The inside is cozy and one can forget that there is an outside world if one wants to. But out back, on the sea side, there are tables in a sort of beer garden arrangement. Unfortunately for the owners, the next plot closer to the sea side which lay undeveloped for years, was suddenly being built on. Apparently it was to be a bakery. It is a big ugly brick building and plumb in the view line from the pub to the sea. It’s a bit sad really but I guess when you buy that sort of plot you should assess the risks of that sort of thing happening.
Anyway, whilst drying off at the bar counter inside, I got talking to a fellow called John. I later found out that he was better known as John the potter. His pottery studio is next door to the pub which is very convenient for him I guess. I understand that he is a very good potter and does some amazingly artistic stuff. But John’s main interest is not potting. Not in the pub or in his studio for that matter. John’s real interest is scuba diving. He tried to convince me that I should take that up as a hobby and regaled me with the wonders of underwater life and spearfishing in particular. I was already nearly 70 years old at the time and was not about to buy flippers and snorkel and submerge myself in the ocean but it was interesting hearing him tell all about it. Imagine how horrified Micycle would be if I went off scuba diving and left her to rust at home in the garage. I’m sure her wheels would just twist up and start wobbling.