CHAPTER 23
By mid-June St Maabs was pulsing with energy, tourists multiplying by the day; the place was awash with mountain bikes, paddle boards, fishing and hiking gear and working in the St Maabs Head my feet barely touched the ground. I had Mondays off as it was always a little quieter then but otherwise found myself working a hectic six day week. Doug kept the cellar functioning while I was responsible for stocking up behind the bar. There was a kitchen out the back staffed by a husband and wife team who provided the usual pub fare – nothing spectacular but it seemed to go down well with the tourists and locals alike. A Mrs Brownlow came in each morning to clean for which I was eternally grateful; at my interview I’d forgotten to ask and had been afraid that would be down to me as wel
