Fancy a drink at The Wait Heart?
Huddle with the knitters and natterers, share a sip with the old “half a bitter for half the night” boys, muse with the punks and poets, the after-work-still-in-their-shirts crowd, or the families in for one before bedtime. Prop the bar with the muddy rugby players, straight off the pitch, or the hunters in red coats, showing off their spoils. Perhaps you’ll feel more at home with the first daters and the drunken break-up-ers, the Hen do’s (and don’ts)? All with heads and hearts to mend in the morning. Everyone loves the local- from the lady of the manor to Mrs Jenkins’ son trying to blag a pint. Their larger-than-life stories will emerge over the weekend, publicly, messily, musically, to the rapturous entertainment of all.
Do we serve food? Yes, cue the queue for the infamous imaginary carvery! The team will be hiring (and firing) so get your Waity boots on and keep your noses peeled because… This year, the Waiting Room will be the heart of Shambala’s community once again – more ‘local’, but hidden to the uneagle eyed…
Oh, and they’re drawing the infamous Wait Heart meat raffle on Sunday. Want a ticket? It’s going to be fowl!!