the white swan public house.

Hey everyone, I hope you are all well. 

Some of you won't know me some will know me and my strange antics of travelling to the other side, spending the most beautiful moments with my family which includes my 6 👶👧👦children, my husband 👨 Gary, my parents and grandparents as well as other family members. 

This new adventure finds myself being taken out to somewhere on the borders of Nottinghamshire and Yorkshire. 

Both places are beautiful full of fells (if you don't know what a fell is please google it). 

Countryside, trees, farmland, little hamlets and villages. 

If I can try and remember what I could describe from this visit I will. 

I do know we stopped at a public house called The white Swan weird name for a pub in the middle of the country side of  Nottinghamshire/Yorkshire but that is what it was called. 

The outside of the pub was completely pebble dashed with white ⚪ beautiful old style pub with what looked like a swan  in a shape of a weather vain on the roof. 

Wind was blowing cold no snow *̣̥☆·͙̥❄‧̩̥࿌ིྀ྇˟͙☃️˟͙࿌ིྀ྇‧̩̥❄·͙̥̣☆*̣̥ at the time but frosty. 

I know it felt freezing because when I woke this morning my hands were icy cold and purple. 

I guess the side affects of astral travelling, bleeds into the physical realm. 

We are wrapped up in winter coats, Gary as usual wearing his black and my in my purple Peter storm coat, hat and unfortunately no gloves. 

Stepping into the pub you are hit by a roaring coal fire 🔥which is toasty and warm. 

Gary pinches my bum and asked "Lass what do ya want"? I know I pinch him back on his plump bum. 

I can see his face grin at me. 

" come on what you want woman"

I know I replied back, I don't know don't rush me. 

The barman was a bald headed stocky bloke, fat face very friendly Yorkshire man, smiled a lot. 

Gary ordered himself a pint of Tetley and without me saying anything a pint of Guinness (black Irish stout) and a small glass of port. 

Oh yeah Guinness and port mixed together is divine. 

Honestly, it turns the creamy head pinky purple and tastes sweet. 

We find two seats around a wooden table and sit down with our pints. 

I know we adore each other so much that we truly act like kids when we are together. 

I am not surprised that we haven't been barred from places with the things we do. 

Right I have so wanted to get my own back after Gary smearing toothpaste all over my face, after our son's 19th birthday party on the isle of Mull. 

So I did this cruel thing, grabbing my fingers and putting them in the purple creamy head of my pint I lifted up the purple, cream onto my fingers and smeared it onto my beautiful husbands face as he turned to look at me. 

I did honestly burst out laughing really loud like a little kiddie. 

Gary just didn't take offence he just licked his lips and enjoyed it. 

Wiping the rest of the cream off his chin, he laughed himself, 

"Deb you are one idiot, just like me and I love you"

All I can remember after that was Gary's wet smiling sticky face. 

I do truly love him cannot be with anyone else but him. 

Happy days are coming soon. 

As I have posted this up I had additional confirmation from my lovely friend Christy who is a brilliant medium. 

She confirmed through Gary a few finer details I had missed but to be honest I couldn't remember all of it.  But it did ring a bell when I read the finer details. 

This is what Gary has said to Christy as proof. 

I asked and was shown and heard the following: 

You got it all right except some of the finer details…no gloves so he held your hand (tattoos joined), he made a point to have physical contact with you all the time: holding hands, gently pressing against you touching shoulders when ordering drinks at the bar, pinching bum as you walked to your table and when at the table touching your feet with his under the table. Any of that ring a bell?

Just below is what is similar to the public house I  was in while astral travelling last night.