There is something about Bethesda Rugby Club that is just beyond description. You could say it was tatty, even scruffy but that tells you nothing. It’s a huge rectangular single storey building that you feel is standing up better in some places than others – part of the ceiling over the pool table collapsed recently under the weight of snow and when Sue and I were down there this morning the builders were patching the patches.
I’m running a sourdough course there Thursday/Friday so we were checking what gear I had stored there and clearing out the fridge in which some people store perishable food and whichother people inadvertently turn off – for a few weeks at a time. Anyway Sue found a box of beef dinner that had been at the back of the freezer compartment since about 1937. The fridge was off and the pack well squidgy. I was looking through one of the kitchen drawers for a poly bag to put it in.
It was only a small drawer but it contained; a roll of disposable plastic aprons, some disposable plastic gloves, a Father Christmas oven glove, several books of raffle tickets, a Bethesda Rugby Club tie in a cellophane wrapper, and a pack of six inch nails.
The place is indefinable ….