Financial hardship means ‘last order’ for British pubs

KENTISBEARE, England – Last summer, the tranquil English village of Kentisbeare woke up to find a dagger piercing its heart.

The man who ran the neighborhood pub, the Wyndham Arms, had decided to call it quits. Hit by hard times, he locked up one evening and never came back, leaving the village bereft of its “local,” the watering hole down the road where, for more than 200 years, the good folk here could always drop in for a pint, a pie or a piece of gossip.

The tavern seemed destined to become yet another lost marker of traditional village life, bound for the same remorseless oblivion that had already swallowed the baker’s, the butcher’s and the petrol station in this lazy green countryside where bluebells nod in the breeze, medieval church towers loom like giant chess pieces and thatched roofs peek through the leaves.

This time, though, residents drew a line. They retrieved the keys to the pub, renovated the whitewashed 16th-century building and reopened it less than two months later.

“People couldn’t bear the thought of it being boarded up,” said Mavis Durrant, 67, a lifelong resident of the village in southwestern England. “There’s something very appealing about a country pub, isn’t there?”

For centuries, virtually nothing has been more central to the good cheer and cozy charm of English village life than the local pub, whose name alone – the Bishop’s Finger, the Drunken Duck, the Quiet Woman, the Moorend Spout – could summon a smile.

But feel-good stories such as the rescue of the Wyndham Arms are rare these days, because pubs are closing down across Britain. Colorful and often iconic establishments that managed to survive civil wars, frowning Victorian teetotalism and tales of being haunted are increasingly buckling under to modern market forces, higher taxes and lifestyle changes.

Every week, 39 alehouses call for “last orders” one final time, according to the British Beer and Pub Association. All told, more than 2,000 taverns have shut down since March of last year, at a cost of 20,000 jobs.

It’s an especially distressing turn of events for those in the countryside, who warn that villages may eventually be reduced to little more than rural dormitories, stripped of the shops, services and gathering places that gave them a sense of identity and cohesion.

“We risk undoing centuries of tradition. An English pub is absolutely part and parcel of English society and community,” said Nick Harvey, a member of Parliament for North Devon, a district in western England where 70 to 80 taverns remain, down from more than 100 just a few years ago.

In many neighborhoods, Harvey said, “the shops have gone, the garage has gone, everything has gone. The pub is the only thing left.”

Britain remains home to 57,000 pubs, including some alehouses that can trace their history to Saxon times. Many still sport the dimly lit interiors, snug alcoves, crackling fireplaces and agreeably low ceilings made of old wooden beams (with signs warning taller customers, “Duck or grouse”) that give old public houses their flavor.

Between pulls at the tap and backhanded wipes of the mouth, proprietors and regulars sketch various reasons for the pub’s rapid decline.

Government rules that have allowed big chains to buy up or control thousands of alehouses can make life tough for the tenants who lease the pubs and try to turn a profit. High alcohol duties have steadily pushed up prices at the bar stool, even as supermarkets sell beer at cut-rate prices to draw in customers content to drink at home.

Modern times have also brought new habits and ideas. Because of safety regulations, construction workers and tradesmen no longer have a quick pint during their lunch hour. Britons are now more mobile, meaning they don’t have to stick to their hometown bar. And rising prosperity, before the current recession struck, spurred demands for better food, flashier decoration and more options for families with young children.

Pub managers and traditionalists grumble loudest over the smoking ban instituted in 2007. Business has gone down as a result, publicans say, though the move also brought in some new customers.

But in spite of all the changes, the neighborhood pub remains at the heart of community life in countless towns and villages.

The loss of such an important social nerve center can be devastating for a small community – akin to the death of an old friend, as the quiet village of Bickington learned.

Like Kentisbeare, Bickington sits primly in Devon, in a rustic landscape of sun-dappled fields sliced into puzzle pieces by high hedgerows.

Villagers watched in dismay as their police station, post office and mechanic’s shop gradually went out of business. When the company that owned the local pub, the Toby Jug, decided to cut costs and close down the tavern several years ago, it was “the final blow” to communal life, said Caroline Meek, whose family has lived in Bickington since 1809.

“At the moment, if we see each other, it just happens to be out and about … catching five minutes here or there,” Meek said of the village’s residents. “Before, that would’ve happened in the pub over a nice drink.”

Villagers have lobbied the Toby Jug’s owner to reopen it, to no avail. They hold a candlelight vigil for their dearly departed tavern every Christmas Eve, out of a sense of mourning and hope, but the building remains shuttered and forlorn, its white walls dingy from neglect, its quaint old sign missing.

“When you used to walk down there when the lights were on, on a cold winter’s night, and there was a roaring fire on, that was a lovely feeling,” said Meek, 34. “When you see it now, it just looks like a gray shell, and it’s quite sad.”