SETTING off in good time to attend a funeral the other afternoon, I realised I had some time on my hands. Not wanting to feel hungry and faint during the service, should I have to stand at the back, I deemed it necessary to pull up for a snack.
I passed several places where I could have had a bite to eat but parking was difficult.
This was certainly not a problem at the Parson's Pig public house, also on the Balcombe Road, just up the road from the crematorium.
It was a lovely warm and sunny afternoon and the trees were shimmering in the summer breeze.
I wound down the car window as I motored south admiring the wonderful views of the surrounding woods and fields. Pulling into the Parson's Pig, I was soon sauntering past the hanging baskets with their mauve petunias and heading for the bar and the food servery.
I could hear voices in the restaurant where I was standing but they were coming from a few workmen in the public bar who had finished their chores for the day and were making an early start to celebrating the arrival of the weekend by downing a few pints of beer.
I sat at a table near the window and cast my eyes down the impressive lists of meals and snacks that were available throughout the day.
The starters included potted pork and real ale pâte – pork, chicken liver and real ale pâte with tomato and apple chutney and toasted bloomer (£4.65). Another possibility was mushrooms béarnaise – sauteéd flat and shiitake mushrooms on garlic bread with béarnaise sauce (£4.65).
My finger ran down the lists and stopped at the fig, Stilton and walnut tart rosemary pastry filled with walnuts and leeks in a Stilton cream sauce, served with new potatoes "and a medley of green vegetables" – (£7.45). I placed an order for this dish and an orange juice.
Sunshine streamed through the windows and danced on the table tops – the sunlight jostled by the swaying silver birch trees in the front garden.
Laughter emanated from the public bar as the beers were downed.
I gazed up at the displays on the restaurant walls. One case carried a fine selection of clay pipes fashionable a couple of hundreds years ago or so.
The meal was delivered to my table and I tucked in. It was all very pleasant.
On the wall near where I was sitting, there were framed old picture postcards of various local scenes a century ago – The Watch Tower, Crawley; Tilgate Forest Row; and "Old tree in Rectory Lodge, Crawley".
One of my peas rolled off the fork and continued its journey across the carpet to an unknown destination.
I looked at my watch and realised I may not have time for afters or I'd be late for the service. However, I was sorely tempted by the bramley apple pie with custard, ice-cream or cream or a dish of Callestick Farm Cornish dairy ice cream which came in various flavours including "brittle butterscotch" (£2.50).
I got into a brief conversation with the barman and said I was on the way to a funeral along the road.
"We get quite a few people coming in who are going to the crematorium, probably because we open at eleven in the morning."
My eyes wandered to another pudding: "Bakewell Dilemma". This was so-named as you had to decide which of two Bakewells you wanted for afters.
"Come rain or shine, we have got it cornered," said the menu. "Choose from our Bakewell ice-cream cake served with raspberry flavoured sauce, or a cherry Bakewell sponge served with hot custard, Cornish vanilla ice-cream, or cream."
Well, I'd simply have to return another day and face this dilemma.
I got up to pay and the barman was saying how he, personally, did not like Stilton even though he enjoyed other cheeses.
"The only time I'll have it is when its in a special sausage."
I settled the bill and thanked the barman for a nice meal.
Three or four minutes later I was standing at the rear of the crematorium, listening to Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyries" and hearing the glowing tributes to my late colleague who served this newspaper for more than 30 years until 1994.
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