Britain

Timeless treasures we hold dear in our hearts

MICHAEL WALSH NOSTALGIA It was a mild spring day in 1969. A group of building site workers left the dust and noise of the construction yard.

They found warmth at The Sir Garnet Wolseley Public House in Southwark, London.

The pub sat on the corner of Wardon Street and Silverlock Street. It was an unassuming spot just off Rotherhithe New Road.

The place was known well by men whose days were measured in bricks laid, beams lifted, and backs bent.

This was no special occasion. Just a pause. A pint earned.

The photograph taken that day captures more than beer glasses and tired faces.

It freezes a moment of working-class life. The pub was more than a place to drink. It was a sanctuary.

Boots still dusty, hands rough and cracked, these men leaned into conversation and camaraderie.

News was exchanged, jokes were shared, grievances aired, and friendships reinforced. In places like Southwark all over Britain, the pub was where the community lived and breathed.

The Sir Garnet Wolseley was woven into the daily rhythm of the neighborhood.

It was where shifts ended. Loneliness softened there. Stories were told and retold until they became part of local folklore.

No phones. No hurry. Just presence.

Today, the pub is gone, demolished during the sweeping redevelopment that transformed the area.

Wardon Street has been renamed Millender Walk, and modern buildings now stand where laughter once spilled onto the pavement. The physical space has vanished, but the spirit hasn’t.

Because this single image still holds it all: the fatigue, the pride, the belonging.

A reminder of a time when the end of the working day didn’t mean going home alone. Instead, it meant stopping for one last moment together with a pint in hand.

You were surrounded by people who understood exactly what the day had cost. Some places disappear. But moments like this never truly do.

QUOTE OF THE DAY: “If you’re in trouble or hurt or need, go to poor people. They’re the only ones that’ll help, the only ones.” ~ John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

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  1. Hi Michael,

    I’ve been reading your column for a long time – it’s wonderful!

    I have a suggestion for a column. Trump complains and abuses (with extra tariffs) Canada and Mexico for the large flow of fentanyl and cocaine into the USA.

    The problem is US Customs.

    US Customs should have such sophisticated electronic inspection machines that detection of imported illegal drugs should happen 24/7. Canada and Mexico don’t do super detailed inspections of any freight entering the USA – that inbound inspection is the responsibility of the US Customs and Border Patrol.

    If US Customs would like an eye opening lesson on inspections of incoming freight they should visit Russian Customs at any border crossing or warehouses close to major Russian airports. Every box is opened and each item in every box is photographed and tabulated in Russia.

    If illegal drugs are found by US Customs then there is a paper trail to where they came from and then Canadian or Mexican Customs officials and Police can track down the locations and sources of the criminal senders of the deadly drugs.

    Surely if the US military have the use of reverse engineered “Discombubalator” DEW guns like they used to kidnap Maduro then they must have more “other -worldly” inspection reverse engineered apparatus to see illegal drugs inside any type of boxes, suitcases or containers.

    Trump needs to be embarrassed into dropping the extra 25% tariffs levied on Canada and Mexico.

    From – Vladimir Roberts

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