#the beehive inn

[borntoloos]

#The Beehive Inn #toilets #edinburgh #scotland

[cherrielip]

lemon lollipops and salt

pairing: tom grant x fem!reader

summary: when a misterious girl comes to Cornwall Tom’s life turns upside down and her, frankly, too. maybe, just maybe, Tom hopes he could be happy this time…

warning: this part is minors safe but be aware that next one won’t be! technically this part could be read as a separate piece.

re blog if you like the story, that’d make me happy :)

Tom closed his eyes, lips curling into a Cheshire cat-like smile. He leans back, the coolness of the pub stone wall feels pleasant on his heated skin. He hears the crackles of ice in his Gin & Tonic. Something he’d never normally choose over a pint but today he felt rebellious. Taking a sip, he feels his mouth explode into millions of stars as the drink slides over his tongue. The lime bites his tastebuds. Tom cautiously opens one eye to peer around the crowded room. The pub is warm and dimly lit, buzzing like a beehive with the sound of conversation, laughter, glasses clinking and slow indie songs rolling off the speakers. Outside, it’s still boiling hot, the passersby hold onto their cold drinks, surfboards and towels as the heatwave refuses to leave Cornwall.

Inside, it smells of cigarettes and well-worn aged wood. The air is heavy. It makes the soft curls at his nape stick to the skin. It’s a rare occasion for Tom to have a day off. The hot summer temperatures are in full swing and it's hard to get out of bed in the morning. Tom Grant never thought of himself as a lucky guy. Just a regular Cornish lad with a tedious summer job at the beach inn. But he grew to love the place over time even with the lingering memories of Ruth that he could still taste at the tip of his tongue.

Tonight he doesn’t dwell on it too long as he sees you coming back from the bathroom. It is still a mystery to him how just the sight of this girl makes his edges soften and a tight knot appear in his belly. Tom takes another sip of his G & T, feeling the bubbles roll between his lips causing a prickle in his mouth. He is lost in thought, considering how he doesn't like mysteries. But you are a mystery and he chuckles at how cheesy his thoughts are.

The first time he notices you the sun is set high up on the horizon. The waves crashing against the rocks like a thunderstorm. The salty sea air is warm and humid to Tom’s nose as he folds his arms on top of his head to shield himself from the sun to get a better look at this stranger girl.

Ripped denim hangs low on your hips exposing a sliver of skin just under your striped tank top. He reckons no one actually wears such jeans anymore. Is it still 2003? Or maybe Earth made a full circle back and he didn’t care enough to notice. Your feet in dirty Vans stumbled over a trailer step, a suitcase falling over. Somehow Tom can’t help himself but chuckle softly when your glossy lips mutter ‘shite’.

He stares at his own well-worn Vans, hands in pockets when he gathers enough courage to crack a joke (which is not funny at all, but hey, he at least tries).

‘Happens to me all the time’ he squints his eyes from a bright sun.

You give him a side-eye and laugh. Suddenly he finds himself helpless. He feels lost in the face of feeling that somebody finds him funny. He watches as your lips, delicate pink and inviting, curl into a smile.

‘Yeah, right?’ your voice is bright and sickling sweet like honey on his morning toast.

Fuck him.

Later he curses himself for not actually helping you with that bloody suitcase.

Next days his mind wonders to you more than he’d like. Tom thinks that he probably is going crazy, he’s overreacting. For sure. Love and touch starved that’s what it is. But Christ he can’t help himself but hope to see you again. And again.

On a Tuesday evening, he readies himself to go back, surfboard tucked under his arm, towel hanging over his neck. Tom freezes when you walk out of the water, body slick with salty droplets. Your skin glistens under the rays of the setting sun and fuck, there is so much skin for him to see. It might be lulling rush of the waves sounding like an angel's wings. Or the glimmering sun that kisses the skin in the most secret places where your bikini hugs your body but he’s dumbstruck and doesn’t realise you had spoken to him, waving a hand at him.

That’s when he learns your name. He rolls it on his tongue as if to taste how it sounds when he says it.

It sounds good. Heavenly.

His voice quivers just a tiny bit when you offer him your hand, eyes big and bright, smiling like that at him.

‘I’m Tom’

He squeezes your fingers between his and shivers. You’re hot to touch.

The next time he notices you, the night with its soft paws slowly comes down onto the resort covering the space around with a feather-like inky coloured veil. The air was filled with the laughter of people, smoke from the cigarettes floating around, intertwining with the salty ocean breeze. It felt as if clouds fell in love with the moon, roaming around the night sky that offered the best view of this starry canvas above sleepless tourists. You sat outside your trailer on a lounge chair, bare feet propped up on the little table. There’s an open bottle of beer and a book in your hand. A cigarette between those pretty lips. He almost dies when you smile at him. His feet carry himself to you on their own accord when you summon him.

He looks boyish and slightly flustered. You try to hide a smile feeling the tips of your ears burn. You hope he feels the same but your heart skips several beats and you can’t really think straight.

‘It’s a crime to be working on such a lovely evening’ you salute him with your beer bottle.

Tom mumbles something extremely dumb under his breath, trying to hide a blush that creeps up his face. Still, your giggles explode into laughter. Your smile could burn him from inside out and Christ, he would not mind being reduced to ash.

You laugh. You’re laughing at his stupid jokes and it makes his belly burn with earning heat. Tom thinks he’s a fucking creep eyeing you like a lemon lollipop on a sunny day but he can’t help himself staring at you.

Your voice is gentle, it is full of light and it reminds him of carefree childhood days. His chest swells and he’s afraid it’ll explode because fuck, he could just eat you up.

Oh, get a grip.

‘You want one?’ you point to a beer bottle and he only manages to nod.

You smile in response and it warms his cheek with a grin. You disappear inside your trailer.

He’s sitting opposite your lounge chair when you hand him his bottle.

‘Here you go, good sir’ fingers brushing against his.

He stumbles over his words, blushing profusely. ‘Thank you, my lady’

My lady.

When beer bottles are half empty your conversation drifts into discussing one another day, the unpredictable weather, and how good this beer is. You mention the documentary you saw recently on BBC and Tom shares his love for Paolo Nutini’s music. You both agree that the guy is a bloody genius.

Tom wonders if could this be any more perfect and can’t stop himself from remembering that day on the beach and your bikini.

He rambles about his favourite Nutini songs, you looking at him with those big, shiny wet eyes that make his heart flutter. That night he dreams of you.

So now when he sees your figure walk over to the bar he watches you intently.

You gather your hair, thick and dry from salty water, and secure it in a loose bun. You feel the droplet of sweat rolling down your nape, tickling the softest skin on your back. It disappears behind your summer dress, following the route of your spine. Daisies on your dress flutter as you walk, hugging your thighs with its silky touch.

He calls out for you.

And god, your name never sounded more perfect than now.

#tom grant (make up) #tom grant x reader #tom grant #make up 2019 #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #tom grant smut #tom grant x you #tom grant x fem reader #tom make up #joe quinn make up

[cthulhusstepmom]

What Is and What Could Be

Down in the bayou it’s never silent. The air is filled with the shrill calls of a million marsh birds, underscored by the harmonies of cicadas, crickets, and whining mosquitos. With a tempo set by croaking bullfrogs and sluggishly churning water, urged along by hooting owls and supported by the bass tones of bellowing gators. The song of the swamp is a busy tune, not unlike the brassy jazz played by those that live there. And if you know how to listen just right, it can tell you no shortage of things. 

In a warm and humid tavern a group of adventurers sits around a table, glancing furtively this way and that, squirming slightly under the judgemental stare of the more naturalized citizens. Things don’t often change in the bayou, it’s a wild place, untamed. Civilization has tried to reach within before and without fail it’s been pushed back with prejudice, those that do live here are proud of it and somewhat by design they tend to be a rather insular folk. By and large this means they don’t take kindly to most strangers. Particularly strangers that show up asking questions .

And this crew had been asking plenty, beyond the glaring offense of very clearly not being from around this neck of the woods. 

They rolled into town a few days ago, talking like Galticans or similar enough to them, and by the look in their eyes: running from who knows what. They found rooms at one of the nicer inns, kept to themselves and tipped decent enough(it takes more than that to ingratiate yourselves to the folk of Agwé) before they started asking things. Innocuous at first. They wanted to know about the circus going on just out of town, who the mayor was(useless question) and who was really in charge(that one earned them some begrudging respect). Then they dug deeper, asked about other people. Powerful people. People who are none too fond of having their business nosed about. 

However, if there’s one thing the people of Agwé like more than being stalwartly unhelpful to those they dislike, it’s watching someone else be stalwartly unhelpful and commentating on it over Sunday brunch and mimosas. 

“I’ll tell you what, you go on over to that carnival a ways outta town and I reckon you’ll find who you’re looking for.” A greasy tabaxi offers between wiping tables, battered tail flicking back and forth with a hard to determine emotion. “I wouldn’t dawdle if I were you, it won’t be in town much longer.” The Tabaxi returns to his business with a glinting smile and a few gold pieces that were well worth the trouble. If city slickers wanna go poking beehives it’s not his business to stop them, especially if he’s compensated for handing them the stick. 

The carnival itself is in full swing when they arrive, flashing lights and smells both sweet and savory assaulting their senses from the get go. The operation is staffed by a motley crew of goblinoids, bullywugs, humans, kobolds, and anything else one could reasonably imagine; in the corner of her vision, the half elven leader of the group of adventurers even catches sight of what look to be a few pixies working the crowd though the tide of patrons sways and they’re obscured before she can be fully certain. 

Games line the thoroughfare all of which, from the looks of a surreptitious investigation, appear to be thoroughly if subtly rigged. Arching above the sea of people is an impressive ferris wheel, bedazzled with twinkling magical lights as it turns and turns. Near it, a calliope booms a cheery tune over the sounds of hawking carnival workers, screaming children, and laughing patrons. A map near the entrance advertises a hall of mirrors, a freak show, and hourly performances in the red and white striped big top including a magic show, fire dancing, beast taming, and a spectacle led by the carnival owner at noon and midnight. Perusing through the carnival, wandering and wondering just how they’re meant to find anyone here let alone the one man they seek, the party save one(a dragonborn with a hand harp strapped to his side) seems oblivious to an odd quirk of this particular carnival. There doesn’t seem to be any clowns.

Their hotheaded gnome companion is easily egged into a game of strength(taunted all the while by a colorful lizardfolk wearing the symbol of the carnival), black eyes glitter with excitement as their minotaur begs to go to the big top to see the beasts in the next show as the small pseudodragon on his shoulder makes similar pleading motions, a disinterested rabbitfolk quickly snatches her hands away from a passing purse under the stern reprimand of an androgynous human with subtly glowing eyes. They come to the conclusion that they should split, agreeing that they will meet at the big top in an hour for the Spectacular, all concluding that should be their best chance to get an audience with who they seek. 

As they go their separate ways(one pair to the big top, one pair to the freak show, one making her way down the alley of carnival games and the last picking his way towards the concessions) the party is pulled into the atmosphere of merriment and none of them perceive the very distinct feeling of predatory eyes locked on their every move.

The party never gets a chance to reconvene at the big top. 

Instead, throughout the hour each one meets a disparate misfortune. The half elven woman drops to her knees at the edge of the thoroughfare, clutching her head in pain as the hand reaching for a holy symbol falls limp.

Behind her, the human spins about in panic, muttering a few infernal words before a hand is clamped over their mouth and ether slowly calms their struggling limbs. 

At a dart game, the dragonborn reaches to claim his prize and suddenly finds himself somewhere else entirely with only a moment to scream before his mind is enveloped in darkness and he falls to the ground fast asleep. 

In the large circus tent, the harengon thief is escorted away from her thoroughly distracted friend by a mysterious tabaxi claiming to be security, receiving a sharp blow to the temple as they walk towards a ‘holding cell’. 

Within the hall of mirrors, a black and orange hand reaches forth and yanks the furs worn by the gnome; sending her careening through the glass-turned-portal. 

Last to go is the minotaur. Enamored by the performance, he couldn’t pass up a chance to speak with the beastmaster of the carnival: an old goblin with an easy smile and a worn wooden ocarina. The only moment of warning he had was a deep hoot behind him before the world went dark.

Some indeterminate time later the human is wrenched from unconsciousness by a familiar, if perpetually jarring, voice shouting within their mind. In swift order they endeavor to wake the others, attempting to take stock of the situation. Their surroundings are dark, what little light is present struggles to illuminate anything through heavy curtains drawn over wide windows. Beneath them is an opulent rug, the color of which is hard to discern in the low light, and under that are tight wooden floorboards that match the walls of this space. What they can see of the walls anyway; most of the space is taken by lavish hangings and shelves of kick knacks, the one closest to them holds a beat up silver cigarette case, a small wooden figure of a two headed vulture, a clockwork dragonfly, a crocheted doily, a hip flask, and a vial that looks to house a small lily pad floating in water amongst a few other things. The air is thick with the scent of quality tobacco and warm food and the ambience it creates might even be homey and welcoming in the right circumstances. Though now, tied securely to chairs with no idea how they got there, it seems rather daunting. 

Spatially, the room is quite large. Wide enough for six chairs with displeased adventurers to be lined up side by side with a foot or so of walking room on one side. It’s longer than it is wide, maybe twice over though it’s hard to tell; the windows are positioned opposite each other in the very center of each wall, what light that escapes the curtains quickly stifles in almost absolute darkness before it reveals any sign of a far wall, at least to disadvantaged human eyes. What does catch their gaze and take their breath away are a pair of glowing dull magenta dots in the darkness. No, that’s not quite right. Not dots. Eyes . 

From the gasps coming from their left and right, some of the human’s more visually attuned party members have also perceived the eyes, and most likely the creature attached to them, whatever horrific beast it may be. 

Soon after they discover their predicament, the air is filled with the muffled noises of the carnivalé outside and underneath the muted cacophony the occasional grunt over a chorus of heavy breathing(the Thing on the other end of the room doesn’t move a single muscle, doesn’t even seem to breathe), a sliver of light falls upon the interior of the wagon. 

Creaaaaaaak. 

A door on the far side of the wagon opens. 

It takes a moment for the adventurers to get their bearing in the new light, when they do they first notice the creature connected to those dully shining eyes. 

A large bugbear stands against the far wall. He stands tall, the tips of his bat-like ears almost brushing the ceiling, limbs corded with lithe muscle, and a severe bearing that hints at confidence and ferocity. Running over his arms and up under his sleeves are large spots devoid of any of the dense brown fur that covers the rest of him, a closer look reveals thick rings of angry scar tissue, long healed but clearly agonizing once.

As the bugbear moves away from the opening door he reveals these new variables to their unfortunate situation. 

Stepping into the room with twin, thudding, clanks , a large fire genasi drags a pair of thick chains across the floor attached to weathered manacles that cover his forearms. The genasi is broad, with muscles that speak of hard labor and sheer physical power. His face is creased with deep laugh lines though the only smile on his lips at the moment is a malicious smirk as he reaches behind him to hold the door open. 

Lastly, a lizardfolk gentleman strolls through the door. He moves with the assured ease of a man who holds all the cards. Wearing a sharp purple suit, hand gripping the amethyst skull atop an ornate cane, the lizardfolk takes his time setting his top hat on a stand in the corner, breezing under the watchful eyes of the bugbear without a care for the sharp claws hovering near his snout. When he finally seats himself in a commanding armchair set front and center of the room, he casually fishes in his suit coat before withdrawing a sleek black cigarette holder and a cigarette from a mother of pearl case. It’s hardly in his hand for more than a second before the genasi at his shoulder provides a light at the tip of his finger before leaning with crossed arms on the back of the chair. As his back makes contact with the leather, a spidery hand covered in fur proffers a crystal tumbler of dark alcohol. 

After a long, weighted silence and a luxurious draw from the cigarette, he speaks. 

“What a do friends …”

#man in five years when they finish the module i'm so stoked for EVERYTHING to be HAPPY and OKAY #could you imagine these chucklefucks in a serious campaign? really think about it they already commit war crimes #and that's WITH the generally lighthearted fey tomfoolery jfc #also we don't talk about Gideon and Torbek as character foils enough #i can and will write a dissertation on this #p.s. Twig is there too she's just busy with the Inn #once upon a witchlight #legends of avantris #kremy lecroux #morning frost #gideon coal #gricko grimgrin #hootsie grimgrin #torbek #OC mentions but really only as a framing device

[icarusthelunarguard]

This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

It’s time for this week’s Horrible-Scopes! So for those of you that know your Astrological Signs, cool! If not, just pick one, roll a D12, or just make it up as you go along. It really doesn’t matter.

This week we’re drawing inspiration from @jokingluna on Tumblr. Because if there’s one thing we know, it’s that Bad Jokes are always in season.

Aries 

How does one know when a minotaur is about to charge? Because it will send you an invoice first. This week try not to use your credit card. You’re just wearing out the mag-stripe. Unless you have one of those new-fangled NFC ones.

Taurus 

More financial humour for you. Why was the mullet audited? Because it did not declare its business up front. This week pay for a proper haircut - some places still offer “Mullet Correction” cuts for $15.

Gemini 

We realize you’re having a hard time seeing how these jokes work, so this illuminating one’s for you. What happens to bad rainbows? They get sent to prism. This week stop groaning; you could have asked for something nicer but you didn’t bother. So you got what you paid for.

Cancer Moon-Child 

Do you know how many birds it takes to change a lightbulb? Tucan do it. This week buy some spare light bulbs and rechargeable flashlights. With storm season coming up you might need them.

Leo 

Why do you make sheep anxious at night? First off, NO, that’s not why! It’s because they know how much you’re always counting on them. This week try to be a little more self reliant… Or just stop drinking coffee an hour before bed. 

Virgo 

When you were born the doctor said that you might grow between five and six feet. Look at you now - such a disappointment. You’ve still only got two. This week we’re going to up our standards while hoping you’ll up yours too.

Libra 

Do you know… The Muffin Man? Do you know what he sleeps under at night? A cookie sheet. This week buy some frozen cookie dough and try not to eat it raw for a change. Unless you’re adding it to ice cream!

Scorpio 

Do you remember the original Ghostbusters movie? The team had their first capture in the Sedgewick Hotel. Would that make Slimer an Inn-Spector? This week don’t be a Peck…. No, there’s no “-er” at the end of “Peck” in this case.

Sagittarius 

Did you know that a collection of beehives is called an Apiary? Do you know what you call a beehive without any bees? An “EE-hive”. This week find your crystalized honey container and float it in some hot water to reconstitute it. 

Capricorn 

What medicine is best if you have an allergy to snakes? Anti-hissss-tamines. This week stock up on them since pollen season is just around the corner. 

Aquarius 

Speaking of which: Hey Aquarius? When’s the best time to use a trampoline? Spring Time. This week make sure yours is in full working order and not going to split the first time you bounce on the canvas.

Pisces  

For the last joke, we have one submitted by Maude Pie!

I once took my sister, Limestone, to my joke-telling club. As soon as we sat down at a table somepony stood up and loudly said, “Number Twenty-Seven!” Everypony laughed. Somepony else stood up and called out, “Number One-Forty-Five!” We all laughed again. Limestone was confused and asked what was happening. I explained that we’d all heard so many jokes before that we just keep a list of them and say the number to save time. Limestone looked at the collection on our table, picked a joke, stood up and called, “Number Seventy-Eight!” The room went silent and looked at her as she sat down. She asked me why nopony laughed. I had to explain, “The joke is a classic, but you need to work on your delivery.”

This week, stop ordering from online retailers and deliver your own groceries yourself.

And THOSE are your Horrible-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook and Discord.

#horrorscope #horoscope #humor #funny #parody #JokingLuna is a TREASURE #Thank you for all the groans

[coralislandthinks]

Personal Rating of How Helpful Each Love Interest in Coral Island is On the Farm Pt.1

Aaliyah 8/10

Hard working and love the outdoors

She is often away for training but when she's home she's excited to help

Alice 6/10

She's busy running the inn still so she doesn't have a lot of time

Loves the beehives

Ben 7/10

Look my man is not great with the crops but top notch with the animals

Likes to pick the fruit from the fruit trees

Charles 2/10

He tries but this man is allergic to anything green

Takes good care of the indoor plants tho

Chaem 4/10

Give her credit when credit is due, she is strong and can move all your shit around

You don't really need things moved around but you appreciate it

#coral island #Coral Island x Farmer

[stingslikeabee]

❛ and who are you supposed to be? ❜ from megumi

unscripted asks . always accepting

The end of the year was a bittersweet period for Melissa - there was a lot of work to do around Christmas, when the inn was arguably the busiest after Valentine's Day; but it was also a time filled with memories that just could not be erased, no matter how hard she tried.

Her own family - or rather, her sisters; whatever fate had met them once they separated, never to be reunited, still haunted the madame. Attempts to track them had been futile, and while Melissa had quite the beehive to look after, there was still a wound that never fully healed in her soul in relation to her own traumatic past.

It was one of the reasons that explained why the woman took on extra risks to travel all the way to the Sector 5 slums, only to bring donations to the Leaf House and the other benefactors that worked away from Corneo's influences. To keep orphanages and homes running in Wall Market was almost impossible - the tentacles of the Don reached almost everywhere.

Besides - even if the Honey Bee Inn had been the home to the queen bee for as long as most people remembered, the girl named Lilian had been born in Sector 5. It was still home - although just an almost erased, faded shadow of it.

Usually, the children from the charities that Melissa supported knew her - enough to come running and screaming with joy whenever her figure appeared, even if the madame was never as elegantly put up together as she did when holding court. They didn't care for how beautiful her clothes were or the perfectly applied make-up - these kids were much more into the hugs which were freely offered and the gifts that were trailing behind. All sorts of toys from aboveplate and beyond, imported through her connections or sourced from skilled artesans.

Melissa just wanted these children to have what she never did growing up, depending on the kindness of neighbors and strangers alike.

On that Christmas eve, however - there was a new face at the Leaf House which she didn't recognize. A young boy with dark her and inquisitive eyes who did not join the others when she arrived, unfazed by the bag with gifts and the basket with baked treats. Melissa frowned, picking some of the food up with clean napkins and walking over the child, crouching at his level and extending the muffin with a warm smile.

"Here, have one - otherwise they will leave nothing for you," the woman motioned for the boy to take it, but he seemed suspicious; even if it smelled good, the kid did not try to pick it up and instead looked at her again, gazing at Melissa as if she was some sort of unknown danger or a figment of his imagination.

"And who are you supposed to be?" he asked, sounding decided and not at all afraid of the newcomer. That made the madame smile a bit more, although the voice tone was gentle when words came next and there were no further forceful gestures on her part. She had been an intimidated child left among strangers once, too - maybe he was feeling the same.

"I am Melissa - and I come here whenever I can to look after the kids. I was born here many years ago too," she explained first, and then took a bite of the food. Maybe, by watching her eat, the boy would convince himself that she posed no danger, as intended from the beginning, "What is your name?"

"...Megumi," he said eventually, but still not looking like the talkative type. Nodding, the madame took another bite and straightened herself up, clearly not about to offer half-eaten food to him anymore - but if they didn't tarry, there would still be enough for him to sample.

"Nice meeting you, Megumi. Why don't you come with me to look at the things I brought? I'm sure there's something you like," a free hand was offered, but Melissa was careful never to make a move that could lead the child to feel forced - she knew all too well how it felt when she was the small, young one once, "You can ask anyone around about me - I promise the food is good and the gifts are safe."

Megumi left his seat then - but did not take the offered hand; instead, he moved forward to the area where the other children gathered, but that was enough for Melissa. As long as he didn't feel alone and abandoned during the holidays... She was content.

Perhaps next year she would get a hug from him.

#drippingheart #v: FFVII #replied #I had fun with a general idea #(besides they have quite an age gap) #(so she probably would be reigning queen bee when he's a kid) #I thought it would be cute to be holiday themed ;-;<3 #hopefully I got him in character going by your posts!

[harrisonarchive]

George Harrison playing Monopoly at the Lafayette Motor Inn, Atlantic City, 30 August 1964. Photo © Mirrorpix.

If you've read the book A Date With A Beatle by Judith Kristen, you'll recall that she met George on this day.

"If we could get up on those balconies [of the hotel], all we’d have to do would be to find a way to get to the eighth- floor balcony [with a ladder and rope]. [...] I started to climb and policemen yelled at me to come down. There was an Atlantic City fire truck and they shot the spray a little to my left and saturated me. I looked so cute – I was in my black and turquoise semi mini-dress and my beehive. [...] The police took me downstairs to the lobby and the policeman was just livid. He read me a rash of charges and as I put my soggy wet beehive down in between my soggy wet knees, I heard a ding. I looked up and the elevator door opened and there, not five feet away from me, with me never looking worse in my entire life, was the man of my dreams. [...] I looked up, and there he was. I thought, “My God, this man is so beautiful.” There was a light shining behind him, and his hair was so shiny. Initially, I was probably making dolphin noises. He wanted to know what was going on, and I think what really sealed it for him to decide to help me was when the police officers said I was in trouble thanks to him and my bad taste in music. He asked me what happened and handed me a handkerchief that had the initials G.H. It was so beautiful and elegant, and I was blotting at my face and when I went to hand it back it was a mass of black Egyptian eyeliner. You can imagine what my face looked like. He said to keep it! [...] George actually made the officer run down my list of relatively innocent charges, and then asked me if I was going to get into any more trouble. Of course I said no. My goal was achieved, no matter how it happened. The officer just gave up and allowed me to walk free – fly was more the word for it." - "10 Questions with Judith Kristen," SJ Magazine (x)

#George Harrison #The Beatles #quote #quotes about George #fan recollections #fan recollections: 1960s #1960s #1964 #fits queue like a glove

[bigmoneyshave]

Watch "Beehive hairdo gets cut with hedge clippers in Fairfield Inn TV ad (HD remaster and slow-mo edit)" on YouTube

#Youtube

[nwbeerguide]

Public Coast Brewing announces their latest release, Currant Vanilla Tart Ale.

image courtesy Public Coast Brewing Company

CANNON BEACH, Ore. … Public Coast Brewing Co. is celebrating Oregon Craft Beer Month with the special release of a Currant Vanilla Tart Ale. This golden ale features a delicate dance of tart berries and creamy vanilla to offer a well-balanced combination of earthy fruit with sweet warm tones. Oregon Craft Beer Month, held annually in February, is a month-long focus on Oregon craft breweries featuring events, beer releases and other programs to celebrate craft brewers across the state. 

“We love how fresh currants taste like the love child of a cranberry and a sugar cube: bright, tart yet not too puckery,” said Will Leroux, Public Coast’s head brewmaster. “We decided to add a vanilla note to mellow out and balance the flavors, bringing hints of a freshly baked pie.”

The Currant Vanilla Tart Ale goes with anything the Pacific Northwest has to offer. From freshly picked berry tarts to braised meats and everything in between. This beer is a palate's companion as it compliments every flavor at every bite.

With a 7.1% ABV — the Currant Vanilla Tart Ale is part of Public Coast Brewing Co.’s Sour Series, and is a golden ale that rolls smoothly across the palate with moderate bitterness. It’s currently for sale on-tap and in cans at Public Coast’s brewpub in Cannon Beach. 

For a full list of beers on tap or order online for curbside pickup, visit: publiccoastbrewing.com/beer/.

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About Public Coast Brewing Located just 70 miles west of Portland in Cannon Beach, Ore., Public Coast Brewing is named after the only true public coastlines in America: the Oregon Coast. The brewery features a 10bbl Brewhouse with two 30-barrel fermenters, two 20-barrel fermenters, and four 10-barrel fermenters. Public Coast Brewing also offers fresh and delicious fare from local farms and ranches, including their own farm, for adults and children alike. Boasting a large pet-friendly patio, large community-style outdoor fire pit, and an open brewhouse easily viewed from the bar, Public Coast Brewing offers a relaxed and welcoming spot for the whole family. For more information please visit, http://publiccoastbrewing.com/. 

About Public Coast Farm Oregon’s historic Route 26, known to Portlanders as the Sunset Highway, has welcomed generations of families traveling to and from the coast on its forested byway. Now Public Coast Farm sits on that very route, straddling West Dairy Creek at the base of the Coastal Range, on a 40-acre site lush with blueberry bushes, beehives, fruit orchards and hops. The farm is fertile ground for the farm’s sister properties - the Stephanie Inn and Public Coast Brewing Co. - each of which incorporate Public Coast Farm’s fresh ingredients into delicious dishes and seasonal beers.

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¿Cuáles son los mejores bares para ver el festival de Cheltenham en 2021?

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¿Cuáles son los mejores bares para ver el festival de Cheltenham en 2021?

Bares cercanos al festival de Cheltenham

Si estás buscando un lugar para relajarte y disfrutar de una copa cerca del famoso festival de Cheltenham, estás de suerte. Esta ciudad inglesa es conocida por su festival anual de carreras de caballos, pero también ofrece una vibrante escena de bares y pubs para los visitantes que desean disfrutar de una experiencia nocturna.

Uno de los bares más populares cerca del festival de Cheltenham es el The Railway Inn, situado a poca distancia del hipódromo. Este acogedor pub ofrece una amplia selección de cervezas locales y es conocido por su ambiente animado y acogedor.

Otra opción cercana es el The Beehive, un bar tradicional que combina la historia con un ambiente moderno. Con una impresionante selección de cervezas de barril y cócteles, este local es perfecto para relajarse después de un día emocionante en el festival.

Si prefieres un ambiente más sofisticado, no puedes perderte The Clarence Social. Este elegante bar ofrece una amplia variedad de bebidas premium y un ambiente exclusivo, ideal para aquellos que buscan una experiencia más refinada.

En resumen, los bares cercanos al festival de Cheltenham ofrecen una amplia gama de opciones para todos los gustos. Ya sea que prefieras un pub tradicional, un ambiente animado o un lugar sofisticado, seguro encontrarás el lugar perfecto para disfrutar de una noche inolvidable cerca del festival. ¡Salud!

Ambiente festivo para ver el festival de Cheltenham

El festival de Cheltenham es uno de los eventos más destacados en el mundo de las carreras de caballos. Cada año, miles de personas se reúnen para ser testigos de este emocionante espectáculo en un ambiente festivo y maravilloso.

La atmósfera que se vive en Cheltenham durante el festival es simplemente mágica. Los asistentes se visten con sus mejores galas, disfrutando de la emoción que se respira en el aire. Las elegantes damas con sus sombreros llamativos y los caballeros con sus trajes impecables crean un ambiente sofisticado y alegre.

Además de las carreras de clase mundial, el festival de Cheltenham ofrece una amplia variedad de actividades y entretenimiento para todos los gustos. Desde deliciosas opciones gastronómicas hasta música en vivo y eventos especiales, hay algo para cada persona en este festival.

Los bares y restaurantes de la zona se llenan de gente animada, creando un ambiente animado y contagioso. La diversión y la emoción están garantizadas en cada rincón de Cheltenham durante este festival tan esperado.

En resumen, el ambiente festivo en el festival de Cheltenham es verdaderamente único y especial. Si buscas disfrutar de carreras espectaculares en un entorno vibrante y lleno de alegría, este evento es sin duda el lugar perfecto para ti. ¡No te pierdas la oportunidad de vivir esta experiencia inolvidable!

Mejores bebidas para disfrutar el festival de Cheltenham

¡Bienvenidos al festival de Cheltenham, uno de los eventos más esperados del año para los amantes de las carreras de caballos! Si estás planeando asistir a este festival tan emblemático, seguramente querrás disfrutar de las mejores bebidas para complementar la emoción de las carreras.

Para comenzar, una opción clásica y sofisticada es el champagne. El champagne es una bebida elegante que combina a la perfección con el ambiente festivo y glamuroso de Cheltenham. Disfrutar de una copa de champagne mientras observas las emocionantes carreras es sin duda una experiencia única.

Otra opción popular entre los asistentes al festival de Cheltenham es el gin tonic. Esta refrescante y versátil bebida es ideal para disfrutar durante los días soleados de las carreras. La variedad de ginebras y tónicas disponibles te permitirá crear combinaciones únicas y deliciosas para acompañar la emoción de las apuestas y las carreras.

Por supuesto, no podemos olvidar el clásico cóctel de whiskey. Ya sea un whiskey on the rocks o un sofisticado old fashioned, esta bebida atemporal es perfecta para aquellos que buscan disfrutar de un trago fuerte y sabroso mientras siguen de cerca las carreras.

En resumen, las opciones de bebidas para disfrutar durante el festival de Cheltenham son tan variadas como las propias carreras de caballos. Ya sea que prefieras un champagne elegante, un refrescante gin tonic o un clásico cóctel de whiskey, asegúrate de brindar y celebrar con estilo mientras disfrutas de este evento tan especial y emocionante. ¡Salud y que gane el mejor!

Experiencia gastronómica en el festival de Cheltenham

El festival de Cheltenham es conocido por ser uno de los eventos gastronómicos más destacados del año en Inglaterra. Durante este festival, los amantes de la comida tienen la oportunidad única de disfrutar de una experiencia culinaria excepcional en un ambiente festivo y animado.

Los asistentes al festival pueden deleitarse con una amplia variedad de platillos exquisitos preparados por chefs de renombre internacional. Desde platos tradicionales británicos hasta creaciones culinarias innovadoras de todo el mundo, la oferta gastronómica en Cheltenham es verdaderamente impresionante.

Además de la comida, el festival también ofrece catas de vinos, cervezas y licores, brindando a los participantes la oportunidad de descubrir y degustar nuevas bebidas para acompañar sus comidas. La música en vivo y las actividades culturales complementan la experiencia, creando un ambiente vibrante y emocionante para disfrutar con amigos y familiares.

Sin duda, la experiencia gastronómica en el festival de Cheltenham es algo que ningún amante de la buena comida debería perderse. Ya sea probando platos tradicionales o descubriendo sabores internacionales, este evento ofrece una experiencia culinaria inigualable que deleitará los sentidos y satisfará los paladares más exigentes. ¡Una verdadera fiesta para los amantes de la gastronomía!

Planes especiales para disfrutar el festival de Cheltenham

El festival de Cheltenham es uno de los eventos más emocionantes del mundo de las carreras de caballos, y para los aficionados, asistir a este festival es una experiencia única. Para aquellos que buscan hacer de su experiencia en el festival algo aún más especial, existen opciones de paquetes y planes especiales diseñados para brindar una experiencia inolvidable.

Uno de los planes más populares es el paquete VIP, que ofrece acceso exclusivo a áreas privilegiadas del hipódromo, como salones privados y terrazas con vistas privilegiadas a la pista. Estos paquetes suelen incluir también catering de alta calidad y servicio de bar premium, garantizando una experiencia de lujo durante todo el día.

Para aquellos que desean disfrutar del festival con un toque de glamour, existen opciones de hospedaje en hoteles de lujo cercanos al hipódromo, que ofrecen servicios exclusivos como transporte privado hacia y desde el evento, acceso a fiestas privadas y tratamientos de spa para relajarse después de un día emocionante en las carreras.

Además, algunos operadores turísticos ofrecen paquetes completos que incluyen boletos para el festival, alojamiento, transporte y experiencias adicionales, como visitas guiadas a los establos de los caballos de carrera o cenas gourmet en restaurantes exclusivos.

Sea cual sea la opción elegida, los planes especiales para disfrutar el festival de Cheltenham garantizan una experiencia única e inolvidable para los amantes de las carreras de caballos y aquellos que buscan vivir el evento con un toque de distinción y exclusividad.

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Beehive Inn

10 Millbrook Road

Southampton

SO15 0JZ

Established in the 1830’s under the proprietorship of George Evans, the Beehive Inn operated as a beer house until it was granted a full license on March 8th 1960. This license was subsequently surrendered on November 21st 1977, and the building, situated near Four Posts Hill, was demolished to make way for modern housing.

Early 20th-century records indicate private ownership of the establishment. In January 1920, the then landlord, W. Kimber, was fined £20 for serving alcoholic beverages outside of permitted hours. By 1934, the pub had come under the ownership of Brickwood's Brewery, and in 1971, it was acquired by the Whitbread Group.

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Weeks 3-6

The last three weeks of our adventures abroad have been nothing short of fantastic. Jake and I went on three very special trips to Scotland, Greece, and Ireland and savored our last moments in London. Grab a cuppa tea because this is a long one!

As I sit here on a plane back to New York, I can't help but feel all of the same emotions I felt in 2014 - grateful for the opportunity, sad it has to come to an end, excited to see family and friends, and already longing for my next trip back to London. But before I get all sappy, I have to fill you in on what we've been up to.

First up is Scotland! Jake and I booked this trip last minute after several of his colleagues encouraged him to take advantage of his office's close proximity to King's Cross Station. After throwing around trips to Paris, Amsterdam, and Brussels, we ultimately decided on Scotland after finding a fantastic place to stay (more on that below) and some epic golf. I had only been to Edinburgh once (stroll down memory lane below) and Jake had never visited Scotland before, so we were excited to explore.

Trip to Edinburgh 2014

Early Friday morning, we boarded a train from King's Cross to Edinburgh (passing Platform 9 and 3/4 for all of my Harry Potter fans out there). When boarding the train, we realized we made a rookie mistake in not reserving seats in advance and proceeded to hot potato around the train for duration of the trip (face palm)! But the views made up for it.

Stepping out of Waverley Station in Edinburgh was one of my favorite moments of the trip. Jake was floored by the beauty of Edinburgh and its charming, quirky streets and I loved seeing it again through his eyes.

Jake outside Waverley Station

We dropped our bags at the hotel and ventured into Old Town to explore the sites. We strolled through the University of Edinburgh and down to the Royal Mile - one of the most famous streets in Edinburgh. We popped into the Copper Still for lunch and grabbed a seat at a booth overlooking the mile.

After lunch, we ventured down to Edinburgh Castle and topped our afternoon off with homemade gelato from Mary's Milk Bar (one of my favorite spots from 8 years ago) and pints outside at the Beehive Inn.

Mary's Milk Bar!

On our walk back to the hotel, I kept telling Jake about my favorite street in Edinburgh, but I could not remember the name or where it was located (helpful, I know). Minutes later, we stumbled upon it and I was overjoyed to see it again!

Bow Street, Edinburgh

We finished day with dinner at Dishoom and pints at the Guildford Arms, a stunning pub nearby. Throughout our time in the UK, Jake and I loved the way that pubs welcomed multiple generations and encouraged conversation and the Guildford Arms epitomized that.

The next day, we ventured 30 minutes outside of Edinburgh to our next destination in North Berwick. Golf fans will know this as the home to one of the best golf courses in the world - North Berwick Golf Club. For us, it's now home to one of our favorite hotels - The Marine Hotel.

The Marine Hotel

Aside from being perfectly decorated and all around stunning, we felt welcomed into the hotel as soon as we stepped inside. It was almost like being invited into a home. On Saturday, Jake played golf at Kilspinde while I hung by the fire reading my book and exploring around the grounds of the hotel. For dinner, we ventured into town to The Herringbone, an amazing spot that was popular among the locals.

Jake heading to Killspinde

The next day, we suited up for a big match at Gullane No. 2 - Jake (3) versus me (18) where I got one stroke per hole. Although the good guys lost (me), Jake and I had an absolute blast hitting around the course and taking in the views. I came to love the trolley life and links golf and can't wait to make it back for more! Jake had one of his favorite meals of the entire trip in the clubhouse - a chicken pie. It reminded me of chicken pot pie day at Chaminade.

Jake and I at Gullane No. 2

On Sunday morning, we took bikes into town to explore, popping into the cutest shops and picking up a new Christmas ornament for our tree. That afternoon, we bid goodbye to the Marine Hotel, promising to be back someday soon!

The Marine Hotel

While Jake worked Tuesday to Thursday, I had time off to explore London. I hit up some of my favorite sites - Millenium Bridge, St. Paul's Cathedral, and Borough Market - and explored some new ones - the Natural History Museum, Brixton Market, and the Victoria & Albert Museum. We met up in the evenings for dinner and before we knew it, we were already packing to head to Santorini, Greece!

Museum of Natural History

Incredible stain glass exhibit at the V&A

Maureen hyped Santorini up from her trip in 2010 and it did not disappoint - it was absolutely breathtaking. The famous blues and the whites of the island are even bluer and whiter in person and the sunsets are magical.

Santorini, Greece

Jake and I stayed at Remezzo Villas in Imerovigli, a quieter, beautiful village in Santorini. The hotel was right out of a movie, overlooking the Aegean Sea and the rest of the island. Through the clear blue sky, you could perfectly make out the rugged landscape of Santorini, which was shaped by a Volcanic eruption in the the 16th century.

View from the concierge at Remezzo Villas

Blue and white buildings at Remezzo Villas

On Friday, Jake and I grabbed gyros at a small spot in town, sipped Greek wine by the pool, and grabbed dinner at Onar, a classic Greek taverna. We quickly discovered that this was the very last weekend for most restaurants and bars on the Island, which were closing for the season. We were just in time!

On Saturday, Jake and I woke up to a gorgeous sunrise and hiked 8 miles from Imerovigli to Oia to explore the northern part of the island. The hike was absolutely beautiful (a theme here) and just the right amount of challenging.

Hike from Imerovigli to Oia

By the time we made it to Oia, the sun was high and we were ready to take a dip in the sea. We read online that the best spot for swimming was Ammoudi Bay - a small fishing port at the bottom of Oia Castle. There are 278 steps between Ammoudi Bay and Oia Castle, but they are not to be underestimated! We quickly discovered why there were a host of taxis and donkeys waiting to transport passengers back and forth.

Once we reached the bottom, Jake and I walked past the last Greek taverna and continued down a red path to the point where the rocks met the sea. In true European fashion, we threw our towel down a rock and leaped in, taking in the bright glow of the sun and the glorious blue of the water. This was my favorite moment of the trip!

Swimming in the Aegean Sea

After swimming, we popped into Ammoudi Fish Taverna for lunch, which had unbelievable views and even better seafood. We ordered the works - Greek salad, octopus, calamari, prawns and steamed mussels - savoring every last bite.

Ammoudi Fish Taverna

After a picture perfect lunch, we walked back up the 278 steps (slowly) and rewarded ourselves with a gelato at one of the best shops on the island - Lolita's! It. was. delicious. Some of the best gelato I have ever had.

Lolita's

While we had plans to get dinner in Oia, we decided it was best to venture back to our hotel in Imerovigli and find a restaurant in town. After an interesting bus ride back (the Greeks don't exactly specialize in on time public transportation), we showered just in time to enjoy the sunset from our hotel and boy was it magical!

Sunset in Santorini

We popped into the concierge to ask for a recommendation for dinner. Jake and I wanted to explore somewhere that the locals loved and they did not hesitate to recommend Anogi, which ended up being our favorite meal of the trip. The food was unbelievable, only to be topped by the feeling of love and community in the restaurant. At the end of the meal, the waiter explained that they were closing at 10PM for friends and family night, but sent us on our way with a to go bottle of rosé! Jake and I laughed the whole way home.

Anogi

On Sunday, we rented a car to explore the rest of Santorini. We ventured south to see the Lighthouse and White and Red Beaches and grabbed lunch at Pitogyros (delicious - another theme!). We watched the sunset from Remezzo, grabbing one last Gelato at Lolita's before venturing toward the airport for our flight. Our final meal at Metaxi Mas, a highly recommended restaurant, was slightly overshadowed by my least favorite part of Santorini, the stray cats and dogs. But even that couldn't bring us down. We sat in our gate tanned and happy, sipping on one last glass of Greek wine.

Our last few days in London were bittersweet. We hit up all of our favorite spots - JuiceBaby for breakfast, the Tin Shed for coffee, Atis for lunch, Pizza East for dinner, and The Grenadier for pints - and said goodbye to our coworkers abroad. Before we knew it, we were packing up the contents of our tiny flat into our big suitcases and couldn't believe how quickly time had flown by!

Last days in London

Jake and I topped off our trip with a fabulous dinner out on the town with Phil and Shelagh Parker. Always in the know about the coolest places in London, Phil and Shelagh brought us to The Wolseley, an absolutely beautiful restaurant housed in an old car showroom for Wolseley Motors. Over delicious dinner and drinks, the four of us discussed the new Prime Minister, Lulu's graduation from her Master's, Freddie and Emily's adventures in the U.S., and of course, a host of memories between our families! It was sad saying goodbye, but we can't wait to bring them to some of our favorite spots in New York.

Our last adventure of the trip was a return to the motherland - Ireland! I was so excited to explore where Jake had studied abroad and he planned an epic itinerary complete with a powerpoint presentation. We landed in Cork (in 30 MPH crosswinds!) and retrieved our rental car, which is totally uneventful until you remember we were on the wrong side of the rode and the wrong side of the car! Have no fear, Jake drove the entire time (and like a pro might I add), but he did let Maggie "Changes Lanes" Kiley take the wheel in a parking lot one time.

Maggie "Change Lanes" Kiley

We grabbed lunch at the English Market - an 18th century covered market in the middle of the city - and wandered around the streets exploring Cork. Later, we checked into Montenette Hotel, a beautiful hotel overlooking the city and River Lee.

That night, we wandered into city center and grabbed a few appetizers and drinks at Cask, a really cool cocktail bar. Upon recommendation from both the hotel and our bartenders, we made our way over to Market Lane for dinner and were thrilled to discover that they had bar seats (not really a thing abroad). We snagged two open seats and chatted with the bartender throughout the night, enjoying absolutely delicious food and cocktails! Jake and I remarked that Cork felt a lot like Portland, Maine - a quaint, welcoming city with a killer food scene. After dinner, Jake was determined to find traditional Irish music (a "trad" session), so we walked over to a pub nearby, grabbed pints of Guinness, and listened to some music!

Guinness is good for you!

The next day, we grabbed a quick breakfast at Café Gusto and drove 30 minutes south to Kinsale, Ireland. Golf fans will know Kinsale as the home to Old Head golf course, which was closed for the season but the views were absolutely gorgeous.

Old Head, Kinsale

We had a lovely afternoon walking around the quaint town and grabbing lunch at the Lemon Leaf. At night, we headed back into Cork city for pizza at the Franciscan Well (a super cool brewery) and another trad session at the Welcome Inn!

On Friday, we hopped back in the car to make our way to Mount Juliet Estate in Kilkenny and...wow. It was special. Jake and I fit in a quick nine holes at Mount Juliet Golf Course (I won this time!) before checking into our beautiful room. One of my favorite parts of the hotel was the way they embraced the history of the estate. For example, there were lemon drops at the check in area and a card explaining that the owner of the estate used to welcome guests with a bag of lemon drops.

Mount Juliet Golf Club

Jake and I grabbed snacks and drinks in a fire-lit room overlooking the grounds and reminisced on all of our travels together, picking our favorite meals (Jake - Gullane Chicken Pie, Market Lane; Maggie - Dishoom, Lolita's), hotels (Jake - Marine Hotel, Mount Juliet; Maggie - The Cape, Marine Hotel), and experiences (Jake - Gullane No. 2; Maggie - swimming in the Aegean Sea). We headed over to The Hound for dinner and popped into the bar next door for live music. The musician playing was so talented and fun that we ended up staying for three hours listening to him play. It was a highlight of the trip!

On Saturday we bid goodbye to Mount Juliet estate and ventured north to Jake's old home, Dublin. Ireland was playing South Africa in rugby, so the city was absolutely buzzing.

Mount Juliet Estate

The most perfect piano

After a quick lunch at Sprout & Co., we walked over to an iconic Irish pub, O'Donoghues, for what is voted the best pint of Guinness in the world. After watching most of the match, we wandered around the city exploring St. Stephen's Green and Grafton Street. We stopped at one of Jake's old haunts, Keogh's, and chatted with a few of the locals! Like in 2014, I was again struck by the Irish and their willingness to chat up anyone, anywhere and somehow make it an amazing time. After lots of laughs, we made our way to Jake's old office in Parliament and dinner at a cute spot called the Canal Bank Café.

Jake's old office - Parliament

On Sunday, we drove out to Howth, a seaside village a few miles outside Dublin, and did the Cliff Walk along the coast. I had flashbacks to my visit to Dalkey in 2014 and enlisted Jake to help me recreate one of my favorite pictures.

2014 in Dalkey

2022 in Howth

We rounded out our incredible trip in Ireland watching the Tottenham game outside at Toners and grabbing pizza at Cirillo's next door. There really is no place like Ireland!

Jake and I had the most incredible time exploring Europe together and feel so fortunate to have had this once in a lifetime opportunity. Although a few tears were shed parting ways in the Dublin airport, I sit here smiling about all of the fun we had, people we met, and cities we explored.

To London - you remain one of my favorite places in the world. The Duchess will return...again!

Cheers from Home,

Maggie

and/or

Margaret, the Duchess of Kensington

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Getting into ikana castle

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Up Close & Personal with Beard and Lady Inn Founder Lacey Hendrix

As proprietor and curator of historic Neville House, I have an extra special love for art and antiquities, curated spaces where every element tells a story and off-the-beaten-path destinations, so when I had the chance to get to know Lacey and her husband Lance Hendrix, owners of Beard and Lady Inn in Chester, Arkansas, I was beyond thrilled to connect to these kindred ‘old house loving’ spirits. The entrepreneurial couple recently moved back to Arkansas to purchase and rebuild a historic inn (circa 1887), creating a truly one-of-a-kind bed and breakfast, event space and mercantile shop while preserving an important part of the small town’s history. The Inn features 11 themed rooms, a restaurant serving locally sourced native foods, a mercantile and apothecary and an event space.

Lacey (shown above in Writer’s Block Room No. 1) and I had a long discussion about what it’s like to return home after being away for so long, what we’ve found in the floorboards and attics of our old buildings and how poetic (and at times scary!) historic preservation can be. 

Rebekah Lawrence (Neville House): You’re a hometown girl and Beard and Lady Inn marks your return to the town you grew up in after living away for many years. Having recently moved back to my hometown to open Neville House, I can relate. Can you talk a little bit about what it’s been like to come home after so much time away?

Lacey Hendrix (Beard and Lady Inn): To be honest, even though my husband and I have lived in many places—from Egypt, to England to North Carolina, I feel like I have been trying to be back here since the moment I left. My heart has always been for Arkansas. I grew up just a few miles north of the Inn, on 3,000 acres in the Ozark Valley. I had a magical, ideal childhood spent roaming around this land in creeks, waterfalls and caves. It has always been a dream of mine to bring my kids back to this. So, coming home has been an incredible opportunity and it feels like it was a calling to me.

RL: The property that Beard and Lady Inn occupies was a working hotel when you were growing up. Did you ever visit it when you were a kid?

LH: Yes! It was called The Chester Inn and I actually came here and stayed a couple of times growing up. I remember it very well. We knew the owners and when they put the Inn up for sale, we made an offer.

RL: What was the process of refurbishing this space like? You had a lot of work cut out for you.

LH: We left North Carolina, packed up our lives there and drove west to Arkansas to get to work in the spring of 2020. We lived in the building for the first couple of weeks, working round the clock to fix it up. It was in really rough condition when we first got there. I remember one of those nights we were eating dinner and a possum just came out and walked across the floor. We took a beehive out of the floorboards underneath the bed where my husband and I had been sleeping for months! Oh—and we found a few mummified cats in the walls of the Inn, which we now have on display in the Mercantile.

RL: The Inn has an incredible amount of woodwork and beautiful expert carpentry. Who helped you with all of that?

LH: My father is an incredible carpenter and he worked alongside me for 18 months helping to make this inn what it is today. People are blown away by the woodwork, and it was all him.  All of his work has always been for other people, so it was really an amazing experience to work on a vision together, and to build something for us—and for our family to pour back into the community where we came from.

RL: The Beard and Lady name comes from your apothecary products, and your amazing lip balm was just featured in Harper’s Bazaar and awarded “Best Lip Balm 2021″. Can you talk a bit about the mercantile shop at the Inn and your products?

LH: Growing up, my mother had an interest in natural remedies found throughout this region, and I was always drawn to those ingredients. When my husband and I were living in Egypt I became very interested in the oils and spices I would find at markets there, and always wanted to merge the exotic ingredients I found abroad with the natural local ingredients of my childhood. I had the opportunity to make products like beard oil and the chocolate, cardamom and rose lip balm through my friends, the YouTube stars Rhett and Link from Good Mythical Morning. They are sort of famous for their hair and beard, so the beard product was a natural fit. And I had so much fun that I expanded the line. This connection really launched us into entrepreneurial pursuits and to be able to make these products. I didn’t want to stop with that, so it was important for the inn to have a mercantile shop where we sell these Beard and Lady products in a really cool, historic space.

RL: The apothecary + mercantile shop also has a stage. What are your plans for the stage area?

LH: Yes! We love to host live music there. We’ve had local musicians come through and play on Friday evenings, and it’s such a cool venue and space for them to play for a local audience! We hope to continue that all year.

RL: What other sort of events are happening at the Inn?

LH: Well, we also have the restaurant on the first floor of the Inn, Homegrown Native Foods, owned and operated by a local couple that makes truly locally sourced foods. Their menu really explores the native tastes of Arkansas. The restaurant itself has a spacious dining hall and outdoor patio space and can seat up to 75 guests. We can host parties there, and our guests can make reservations for a three-course meal there while they are staying with us.

We were so excited to recently host a lady’s retreat at the inn, and realized what a unique space this is for a group to come stay. We have 11 rooms, it has a very intimate feel. We have had some weddings here and many wedding parties will book the inn for a nice cozy place where they can stay during the wedding weekend.

RL: Your rooms are each decorated in such a unique and immersive way. What was the inspiration for your themed rooms?

LH: Each of the rooms is themed after a common fear. It’s so much fun! Room No. 1 is themed after a fear of writer’s block. I know as a creative person, I am constantly trying to push through some version of writer’s block so this is my favorite room. The room has very large windows, a beautiful view and perfect sunlight. It’s the best room for a thunderstorm, too! We have one room that is based on the fear of being alone, and we also have a room that gets a lot of attention, which is based on a fear of aging. We put a photo of my great great grandparents in their double coffins in the room. Funny story, they passed away within hours of each other, were buried in a double coffin and made national news!

RL: I have to ask, do you think the Inn is haunted? LH: The Inn does have a local reputation for being haunted, and hanging the photo of the double coffins definitely prompts people to ask me this question often. If the building is haunted, none of that has ever shown up for me. There is a quote that resonates with my soul. This quote was written on the mantel at The Old Pelican Inn in California, where my husband proposed to me. We actually wrote in the concrete here at the inn:

“Fear knocked at the door. Faith answered. And no one was there.”

RL: Wow, that quote really sums up everything you’ve done here pretty poetically. In fact, it feels in some ways like you have created a poem with this Inn.

LH: I am a poet in my actions. I try to be poetic with my spaces, and every single room in this inn has that intention to it.

Beard and Lady innkeeper and apothecary founder Lacey Hendrix.

If you want to know what it’s like to stay inside a poetic dream space, then book your room at Beard and Lady Inn!  Follow along for glimpses of the Inn’s amazing spaces, community events and Lacey’s inspirations at @beardandladyinn and @beardandlady on Instagram.

Photos: Meredith Mashburn Photography

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Boston/Philadelphia/Washington D.C.

May 25 to June 10, 2022

Boston

May 25 (Wednesday) Flight from Kathmandu to Doha. Upgraded to Business Class (18 hours layover, used to South Silver Lounge) Doha to Boston

May 26 (Thursday) Satomi/Abe’s house Ran into David Perez. Dinner at Area Four in Cambridge to Abe/Satomi/David

May 27 (Friday) Breakfast with Christie Klauberg at Zoe’s Cycled around Trader Joes and meeting with Faise McClelland and later his parents Went to old apartment (26 Athens Street, Cambridge). Chatted with landlord Tom (Tommaso Toffoli) Section H Dinner and Drinks at Beehive Restaurant B-School get together at Encore Hotel

May 28 (Saturday) On Campus get-together  (Talk by Arthur Brookes in Klarman, Aldrich 109 Section H get together) HKS Reception (met Bob Liu, Georgi, Rhazi, Kristin and Fede from Adaptive Leadership) Jointee and Family Happy Hour at Sinclairs Pizza slices from Pinocchio’s

May 29 (Sunday) Went to HKS, to Harvard Yard (Vimala got me the Graduation Regalia I had ordered) Harvard Yard ceremonies HBS Ceremony, HKS ceremony Sahil and Shruti Bhabi had come to HBS ceremony Dinner at Frank Pepe Pizzeria in Watertown with Vimala’s family (father, brother, uncle, aunt, Bharath, cousins)

May 30 (Monday) Dreamtrust get together along the Charles river Pickup Falafel Fritte Sandwich from Clover Khaola’s place for tea (Global Shapers had come to Nepal, HBS 2022 Graduate) Hanging out with Bob Liu in Cambridge Dinner with Khin and Jake at Bosso (restaurant started by HBS 2020 graduate from Japan Yasu)

May 31 (Tuesday) Sitting in JFK Park to write thank you notes/letters Session with Joyce K. Picked up food from Dumpling House and had lunch with Satomi in front of her apartment

Meeting Martin Sinozich between Aldrich and Spangler outdoors Hang out with Abelino (pick up from Trader Joes and sit in the park outside) Walk around with Abeela and grab waffle from Zinnekins Shift to Vimala’s place in Boston Dinner with Vimala and Bhumika at Blossom Bar

June 1 (Wednesday) Pickup croissants from Café Landwer Cook Gobi and Daal at Vimala’s place Tea with Nicky Axmann at Martsa by Elm Dinner at Sahil and Varuna’s place

June 2 (Thursday) Breakfast with Melina and Nick at The Paramount Dinner at Shruti Bhabi and Appi Bhaiya’s place Hangout with Sankalp, Namrata (Sankalp’s partner), Bhumika, Vimala and Bharath at Vimala’s apartment

Philadelphia

June 3 (Friday) Flight to Philadelphia Check-in to SpringHill Suites Marriott (201 Industrial Highway, Ridley Park) Inn at Swarthmore for Dinner with Satomi/Abe’s family and friends followed by cocktails and toasts (including one given by Nicky and Louise)

June 4 (Saturday) Met Swati at Rittenhouse Square Hangout at Silk City Café with Nicky, Tess, Youssouf, Van Ahn, Demarcus (MPA/IDs) Walk to Reading Terminal Market Satomi and Abe’s wedding in Community Center in Media, PA After the wedding go to Tap 24 bar

June 5 (Sunday) Breakfast with Louise and David Perez at Kanella Grill Moved to Sheraton Downtown Hotel Walk around City Center area Crepe at T-Swirl Crepe Dinner at Amma’s with Megha Sanghai and husband Abhishek. Later hung out with them at their apartment in Westin Element

June 6 (Monday) Barnes Foundation museum Marty Zack joins for the day (came from a bachelor’s in New Orleans) Lunch at Goldie’s (awesome food—falafel sandwich and tahini shake). Doughnuts from Federal Doughnut Dropped luggage to Hampton Inn Downtown Tour of Liberty Bell and Independence Hall Mini golf at Franklin Square Crepe at T-Swirl Crepe Run and workout at the hotel Dinner at Vetri Cucina (high end, but super super amazing food) with Marty Hung out with Swati

Washington D.C.

June 7 (Tuesday) Amtrak train from Philadelphia to Washington D.C. Come to Cameron Wilson’s place Lunch at World Bank with Aalok Pandey and Aayush Khadka. Also met Shreya Chatterjee Dinner at Keren Café with Aalok and Shreya Met Youssouf and Isabella at Dolcezza for hot chocolate and chat

June 8 (Wednesday) Lunch at Falafel and Hummus place close to Spy Museum Spy museum with Satomi and her cousins Nat and Gao Pickup Spikeball from Target Dinner with Cameron at Agora

June 9 (Thursday) National Museum of African American History and Culture Georgetown area to Apple Store/walk around Walk back to Cameron’s place Dinner at Rasika with Satomi, Abe, Isabella and Youssouf followed by gelato at Dolcezza

June 10 (Friday) Morning flight to Doha and then Kathmandu

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@ivory-paragon found the beehive . chapter 3

It almost felt like a normal night to Melissa, getting ready to descend the stairs to the ground floor of the Honey Bee Inn and greet her patrons with a warm smile and a kind word while looking nothing short of the queen she had styled herself as. The woman at least looked like she would on such an evening - she was decked in a beautiful emerald gown with designer shoes and with the right amount of jewelry around her neck and digits.

But the small, imperceptible earpiece she had on the right side was the key difference from a regular business day at her brothel and that particular occasion. She happened to be in Kalm, fully fitted for the opera at the city’s main theater, as well as finished with her briefing by the Turks in relation to how she should act if she found herself in trouble, as well as going over certain specific safe words to be used if she happened to be in danger.

For all intents and purposes - Melissa should have not been there; she was not trained for that type of thing, and she was really just a normal woman who had barely seen anything outside of Wall Market for the largest part of her life. But she had refused to listen to reason - this was not something she could sit out and trust others to handle. She had to be there, to see it all with her own eyes - justice for her own girls and colleagues; the assurance that another dreadful thing would not come to pass under the rule of a new Shinra.

And despite the fact that she trusted Rufus (and she really did; despite their rocky start, the young president had given her enough evidence to show his commitment to a different direction than the one chosen by the late Winston), this was bigger than anything - than Corneo, even. This was personal - she needed to be there; it was a visceral, desperate thing.

And so Rufus had relented; more because the Turks were around and they were hardly going at this alone despite being away from Shinra’s home turf. Melissa happened to be in an unique position to know enough to try and blackmail the president to be brought along - very few people were privy to the gruesome details of the experiments they had been uncovering and the links to Neo Midgar. But she hadn’t attempted to do that (and whether it had been because she was aware of how short-lived that experiment would be when she relied on Turk back-up for her business or not, Rufus would never know).

The fact remained that Melissa had pleaded to be allowed to come with him - and the dedication in her eyes and the emotion in her voice couldn’t be faked; this was important for her, far too much to let it be done by third parties, as competent and trustworthy they were.

With one last appraising look at herself in the ample mirror of her suite, Melissa nodded and walked away, making her way to meet Rufus. The plan so far was considerably simple - just some recon to try and identify the man they had an idea of how he was supposed to look like going by a sketch done internally at Shinra and based on the testimonies they had collected from the executives. He was supposedly a reclusive individual - he only ever came to Midgar for these occasions with Winston; for the rest of the time, he remained at his home base in Kalm, and apart from a passion for opera, left his home very rarely.

To be able to find him among other theater-goers and track him to some sort of address they could further investigate would be a big success - and they had gone through the extensive preparation to ensure Melissa knew not only how to react if she found him, but to not give anything away about herself. She should not have a recognizable face outside Midgar - and yet she had been given an entire undercover identity as Isabel Avelar, a Costan woman who happened to have inherited a lot of money from her family (owners of resorts and other touristic facilities) and who now spent her time supporting and financing artistic enterprises all over the globe. At least according to Reno, she looked perfectly Costan (despite not having a drop of blood from the area).

Finding Rufus had been easy - under a false name or not, he still had the same distinctive looks of his lineage. “Good evening - I imagine I should be refraining from using titles tonight?” she asked with a small smile and a knowing look, keeping her voice low and for his ears only (as well as the Turks following their every move and aware of each word). “Reno did not elaborate on who you are supposed to be, though, but I imagine we are on familiar terms with each other?”

#ivory-paragon #ivory paragon #v: FFVII #t: walking into the lion's den #here it is! #I am shamelessly mixing stuff from another verse here #and also playing with the fact #that CZJ's breakthrough role was Elena Montero