The Bells Ring Once Again

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Eighteen months the doors were closed,

The hearth left cold, the ale unpoured.

But Bolney waited, hearts held tight—
For laughter, stories, and firelight.

The sign still swung in Sussex breeze,
Eight bells that whispered through the trees.

A village paused, but spirits stayed,
As dreams of clinking glasses played.

Now timber beams and time-worn stone
Stand proud once more, no longer alone.

The decked terrace in evening glow
Awaits old friends and those we’ll know.

With canapés and wine to share,
The bar once more is full of care.
A pint, a cheer, a heartfelt toast—
To the place we missed the most.

So here’s to tales both new and old,
To memories made and stories told.
The Eight Bells ring, a joyful chime—

The pub is back. It’s opening time.