THE CHEQUERS – Many years ago a regular at this country pub, Reg Thompson, wrote a poem about it. But, who would have thought then that New Year’s Day would see the doors closed for what could be the last time.
Regulars gathered to share a final drink with John and Mal and wished them well for the future.
Only time will tell if the doors reopen for a glass of ale to be quaffed.
Mr Thompson’s poem is –
Look back my friends though the mists of time, when England green and just regained a crown
The fields of battle silent, Cromwell sleeps, and Helmdon saw my mason’d stones laid down
Through the winding Lane in a lovely shire, men came to me to quaff good ale
Far from the rushing world outside my time stands still, a fair(y) tale;
But pause a moment, yells my guest.
Consider, do the politicians think that they can change our customs, centuries old;
I say to them, forget it, have a drink, this Chequers sign gives a welcome to you all.
Try to compete you, you will not always win
For when you’re gone
I shall stand, proudly free
And be the same, an English country inn.
Probable Banbury or Brackley newspaper