Travel Shot: The milk can and the gargoyle

During a day trip to the Cotswolds region in England in August 2009, our tour group stopped for some refreshments at The Old Mill in a village called Lower Slaughter. This arrangement at the entrance to the mill-cum-tea room-cum-ice cream shop-cum-souvenir shop caught my eye.

The Milk Can and the Gargoyle. This is what came to my mind instantly on seeing the arrangement.

What do you think the gargoyle’s thinking? Do you think he hates ice-cream and would rather have a barrel of beer there. My imagination then took over and I thought of a pub named “The Milk Can and the Gargoyle”. And then dismissed the thought instantly, even though English pubs have weird and wonderful names (you can read more about it in one of my earlier posts here), they will not go for the word ‘milk’ for the name of a pub. It defeats the entire purpose, don’t you think so?

But, back to my question. What is the gargoyle thinking?

PS: I had the best ice-cream I have ever had in my life here—some creamy, organic, hand churned butter nut ice-cream. If you ever visit this place, do have some on my behalf and do say hiya to the gargoyle for me. :-D

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22 thoughts on “Travel Shot: The milk can and the gargoyle

  1. Alas, I am in Cornwall and can only have cream tea :) But we are going to a pub and I will look out for weird names. The gargoyle is sticking his tongue out at whoever put a milk can at the entrance, for the same reason that your name for the pub would look ludicrous :D

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  2. I am not sure what the gargoyle is thinking but I defintely know how the ice-cream tasted , it is indeed one of the best i have ever tasted tooo..

    My parents had come over to uk and we had all gone for a week on holiday and stopped on way at a ice cream factory , it was all yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

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    • Your “yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” brought back that taste of the of the butternut ice cream. :-) And made me gorget as to what that gargoyle could have been thinking !

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    • Ahh… so he wants ti be a Complan kid gargoyle :-) Now why didn’t I of it before?

      Welcome to “My Favourite Things” Joe and thank you for stopping by and commenting.

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  3. “It is indeed a riddle”,
    thought the gargoyle
    in his mind,
    “and if they weren’t
    who they were,
    i would think they
    were unkind;
    to place me at the door
    just where it
    gets so cold,
    and next to this
    abominable bottle
    which purports to hold
    the coldest milk
    or is it,
    some ice-cream perhaps?”

    “The climate here is nasty
    i have no feet to run
    and juxtaposed against
    this canister is no fun..
    especially when i fancy
    coffee with no cream
    or even any sugar
    that’s added daintily..
    So all i can do, is place
    my palms beneath my face
    and silently ponder
    on the wickedness
    of this race..
    that goes by the name
    of humans, who,
    fashioned me
    out of rocks
    cos they
    have nothing
    but stones
    in what they
    call their ‘hearts’..”

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    • Poor, poor gargoyle. To have such thoughts and be able to communicate only when someone like you comes along and writes so beautifully. :-) Thank you Deepa for being able to communicate the gargoyle’s angst so well !

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  4. “Now if only I weren’t made of stone, I could scoop out some of that handmade ice cream.”

    Oh! the poor thing. :( That must be painful to be sitting beside such a treat and not being able to gobble it down.

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