This was the George and Dragon that was closed down a few years ago.
It was the last pub my dad ever went to before he passed away in 1993.
It was a summer’s day in the afternoon and he asked me to take him for a drive through the Peak District. We passed this pub on the way, which was a couple of miles from entering the peak.
The old rickety bench that’s visible, being held up by the old pub building was the last seat we shared together as father and son.
I had a glass of coke and he took his time with a pint of their best bitter.
We didn’t say much, we just enjoyed the moment and the silence of it.
Never forget that moment.