After a lunch break at home I made the short trip to Paul, a picturesque village high above Mount’s Bay on a quiet road between the fishing village of Newlyn and the seclond home hotspot that Mousehole has become.
Paul has a quintessential village pub opposite the church.
For the second time that day I found myself at an ex GBG pub, one which is also featured in Pete Brown’s recent coffee table book.
It was 3.30 PM on a sunny afternoon between Christmas and New Year when many people were off work and in a spot with plenty of holidaymakers on a seasonal break.
The lounge bar was, to me at least, a surprising sight.
Completely empty, whereas the front bar boasted two couples, both of which were chatting in estuarian English and seemed to be living locally, or at least know the pub well.
As a sad contrast to the habits of Mr and Mrs RM, the couple sat at the bar were enjoying the delights of bottled Budweiser and Desperados.
Hopefully their choice had nothing to do with pricing; a good pint of St Austell HSD weighed in at £4.
After 20 minutes a group of eight walkers came in and clumped round noisily admiring the pub, the location and the views.
Their wallet-busting order came to four teas, two soft drinks, half a lager and a small red wine.
What does the future hold for the Kings Arms I wonder?