oh god loobie thats sounds awful i know when i get out of here getting home is all i focus on but i'm walking so only takes me 25 mins. Their senseless efforts have no effect as people like yourselves - the army of regulars - keep coming back time again to make Tocketts Mill the popular venue that it is. The restaurant wasn’t very full and I’m glad, as it was a very sunny day and the restaurant was roasting hot, not comfortable at all.

Came down for Sunday dinner to surprise the girlfriend got sat and served in 20 minutes at most and main course was in front of us ready, after that we must have been seen to about 3 times from the mains being on the table to leaving the establishment. My questions is - would I not be more use to humanity if I was allowed home early - I'm certainly no use here today?Not sure if its dependent on the head chef that's working at the time, but sometimes the salad has dressing, sometimes its bland with no dressing. All except one have been identified by staff at the local Rangiora museum and their names are attached to the photograph, but I won't include them here, as I know at least 3 of them are still with us, now aged in their early 90s. We visit regularly and sit outside at the front, here you can see the Peacocks/pheasants and other wildlife that are encouraged to roam freely.

We then sat around waiting for someone to come and collect the plates and cutlery for around 10/15 minutes and then sat for another 20/25 minutes without being asked if we want to see a desert menu or even if we would like to pay the bill! We deliberately keep most of our historic clocks on GMT all year round as they were mainly used before the first daylight saving came into effect in 1916.They are to be praised, and it's such a pity that one or two rouge keyboard warriors have opened their laptops lately 😳. A great selection of photographs to match the theme - especially that first one - a student group and hardly a smile amongst them,! Had a lasagne that night - they used to be the tastiest thing at Tocketts but now they unfortunately lack flavour and meat. Mary modestly says that she was not very good at dancing, and only did it for a little while, until her father Frank Olds decided that there was too much travelling involved.