The Wheatsheaf - Garstang

The Wheatsheaf - Garstang Welcome to The Wheatsheaf, a family-run pub in the heart of Garstang.

Surrounded by scenic country lanes, canal walks, and local businesses, we are dedicated to exceptional service, quality food, and a warm, welcoming atmosphere.

⚽️ IT'S KNOCKOUT FOOTBALL AT THE WHEATSHEAF! ⚽️The FIFA World Cup 2026 Round of 32 is here, and there's no second chance...
30/06/2026

⚽️ IT'S KNOCKOUT FOOTBALL AT THE WHEATSHEAF! ⚽️

The FIFA World Cup 2026 Round of 32 is here, and there's no second chances from now on

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 England 🆚 DR Congo 🇨🇩
📅 Wednesday 1st July
⏰ 5:00pm Kick-Off
🍔 Our kitchen will be open, with a specials menu available, so you won't miss a minute of the action while grabbing a bite to eat.

Every tackle matters.
Every goal counts. Win and England march on to the Last 16. Lose and it's the flight home.

Grab your mates, wear your England colours, order a pint, and let's create an atmosphere worthy of a World Cup knockout game! 🍻

📍 The Wheatsheaf
⚽ World Cup Round of 32
🏆 Come on England! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🔥

30/06/2026

BRITISH WEATHER UPDATE 🌧️

Well, That didn't take long.

Six days ago we were all melting.
Sleeping with one leg out of the duvet.
Standing in front of the freezer.
Arguing over the fan.
Complaining we couldn't cope.

Fast forward to today...

It's raining.

And Britain has completely forgotten the heatwave ever happened.

People have walked outside, got hit by one raindrop and immediately gone:

"Well, that's summer over then."

The same bloke who spent all week wandering around Tesco with no shirt on has somehow found a waterproof, a fleece and is asking if anyone's got the heating on.

The BBQ has been cleaned, covered and pushed to the back of the garden.

It'll now remain there until the next random Tuesday in April when someone says:

"It's nice enough to have a barbecue."

The fans have gone back in the loft.

The frozen peas have been returned to their original job.

And the nation's weather experts are back.
"We never get a summer in this country."

Really?

Because less than 48 hours ago you were lying on the kitchen floor like a starfish with a Calippo under each armpit.

The grass has gone from "crispy" to "coming back nicely."

Every bloke is now proudly inspecting his lawn like he's personally negotiated the rain.
"That's just what it needed."

No, Steve...

It needed watering three weeks ago.

And somewhere...
Without fail...
There's already someone posting:
"Roll on next summer."

Mate, It's only Tuesday.

Britain is the only country on Earth where we can

Complain that it's too hot, then complain it's too wet within the same week and somehow convince ourselves we never had any nice weather at all.

Honestly, We don't have weather.

We have mood swings. 😂🌧️☀️🇬🇧

29/06/2026

Right... this time I mean it. 😂🌧️

The heatwave is definitely over.

I'm not falling for it again.

Official figures suggest 32% of Britain was late for work this morning because nobody could remember where they'd put a T-shirt.

Another 18% were late because they'd spent ten minutes looking for a jumper they swore they'd never need again.

The shirtless blokes have reluctantly covered up.

Some of them looked genuinely confused.

One was seen staring at a wardrobe muttering,

"What do these things do?"

Fans have already been abandoned at the side of the road like unwanted Christmas trees.

They've served their country.
Now they rest.

The scrap man is apparently considering early retirement after being offered 4,000 BBQ tongs this morning.

Every shed in Britain now contains a barbecue that's still warm and a bag of charcoal with exactly three lumps left in it.

The nation's lawns look like they've been toasted.

Half the country is now outside watering grass that gave up on Wednesday.

Meanwhile, every hanging basket is one stern conversation away from becoming compost.

And then there's Ethel from number 97...

She's already told me THREE TIMES today:

"I'm sick of this cold. It's supposed to be summer!"

Ethel...
It's 21 degrees.

Yesterday you'd have called this perfect.

This is also the same woman who hasn't taken her cardigan off since 1972.

Not even for a shower.

Britain's weather memory lasts about 14 hours.

Last week we were sleeping downstairs with frozen peas on our heads.

Today we're saying,

"You can feel the autumn coming."
It's still June.

And somewhere...

There's still one dad outside...

Clicking his BBQ tongs.

He doesn't know why anymore.

He just knows it feels right.

I give it until Thursday before someone posts:

"We never get any decent weather in this country."

I despair... 😂🇬🇧

Whilst you've all been enjoying the sunshine, we've been quietly working away behind the scenes planning this year's SAM...
28/06/2026

Whilst you've all been enjoying the sunshine, we've been quietly working away behind the scenes planning this year's SAM FOREVER 18 charity weekend and we're almost ready to start sharing it all with you. 👀

The plans are coming together brilliantly, and over the next few weeks we'll be announcing an incredible line-up of live acts, introducing our fantastic event sponsors, and revealing everything we've got planned for what promises to be an unforgettable Bank Holiday weekend.

Every penny raised will go directly to six amazing local causes:

💛 The Matthew Hesmondhalgh Memorial Fund - CRY
🖤 Team Kirkland
💛 Garstang Veterans
🖤 Brian House Children's Hospice
💛 Garstang Community Sports Hub
🖤 St Thomas's Church, Garstang

There's still time to get involved.

We're looking for a few more sponsors, raffle prizes, performers and stall holders to help make this our biggest and best event yet.

If you or your business would like to support the weekend, we'd love to hear from you.

This event is built on the generosity of our local community, and every bit of support makes a genuine difference.

Keep an eye on our page, the first announcements are coming very soon.

You can also donate to the charities using this link:

https://gofund.me/cc52c18bb

28/06/2026

PUBLIC APOLOGY... ☀️😂

I'd like to apologise.

Yesterday, I announced the heatwave was over.

It wasn't.

In my defence, I'd just spent an hour cutting the grass in the rain.

The grass was wet.

I was wet.

The mower was wet.

Even next door's cat looked fed up.

I examined the evidence and concluded...

"Yep. That's it. Summer's over."

I couldn't have been more wrong if I'd predicted England would win Eurovision.

Thirty minutes later:

The clouds disappeared.

The sun came back out.

And I genuinely think I heard it laughing.

I was walking to work when I witnessed the first sign that the heatwave had survived.

A bloke about twenty yards in front of me...

Without slowing down...

Without stopping...

Without any warning whatsoever just peeled his T-shirt off.

Like he'd heard a starting pistol.

By the time I'd walked another hundred yards...

There were four of them.

It was like witnessing the annual migration of the British Male.

David Attenborough's voice kicked in automatically...

"As temperatures exceed 22 degrees, the mature British male sheds his outer layer in an attempt to attract... absolutely nobody."

It's like they receive an emergency alert.

🚨 22°C DETECTED. REMOVE TOP IMMEDIATELY. 🚨

By the time I got to work I'd seen more bare chests than a Love Island audition.

The BBQ dads were already back.

One neighbour had lit the barbecue

to cook beans on toast.

Another was stood outside clicking BBQ tongs.

There wasn't even a barbecue.

Just

Click.

Click.

Click.

It's not a tool anymore.

It's part of the family.

The heat had also reached the supermarkets.

One bloke was standing inside the dairy fridge with the milk.

Not buying any.

Just reflecting.

A woman was fanning herself with a packet of Warburtons.

Someone literally went to Iceland, not to buy anything but just to stand in front of the freezers

Even the weather app has completely packed in.

It no longer gives a forecast.

It just says:

"Good luck."

So yes...

I got it wrong.

The heatwave wasn't over.

It had simply gone behind a cloud for a tactical timeout.

From now on, I'm ignoring the Met Office.

The official sign the heatwave is over is when the first bloke puts his shirt back on.

Judging by yesterday morning, We've got another month

27/06/2026

THE HEATWAVE IS OVER... 🇬🇧🌧️

And just like that, Britain has gone back to normal.

The shirtless blokes have put their tops back on.
The BBQ has been cleaned.
The paddling pool has been emptied.
The fan has been taken upstairs to the loft where it'll remain until next June, when nobody can remember where they put it.

The same people who spent all week saying,
"I can't cope with this heat" have walked outside this morning, felt a light breeze and immediately gone.

"Ooo, it's a bit chilly."

It's 23°C, Sharon.

Yesterday you were Googling "Can humans melt?"

The BBQ dads have returned to their natural habitat, Standing at the kitchen window, Looking at the clouds Quietly whispering, "We needed this rain."

No you didn't, Dave.
You spent £147 on charcoal on Monday.

The supermarkets are recovering.

People have stopped hiding in the dairy aisle
The ice lolly shelves are full again.

And someone has finally remembered the can of Coke they put in the freezer on Tuesday.

The freezer, however, will never forget.

The nation's fans have now been switched off after working harder than any of us this week

One final spin
One little wobble
Then silence.
A true British hero.

The lawns are still the colour of Ready Brek.
The hanging baskets look like they've been air-fried and every paddling pool has returned to its original purpose.

Taking up half the shed for the next 11 months.

Best of all,

Within 72 hours Facebook will be full of:

"What summer?"
"We never get any decent weather."
"Hasn't stopped raining all year."

Really?

Because six days ago you were sleeping downstairs with frozen peas on your head, arguing with a fan and applauding clouds.

Britain has the memory of a goldfish.

See you all in a few months, when it's minus two, blowing a gale and raining sideways

And someone says:

"I'd love a bit of that heat again."
No you wouldn't.
You moaned all week. 😂🇬🇧☀️🌧️

26/06/2026

One more day, folks... 🥵☀️

Unfortunately, it's another day with the kitchen closed.

It's still ridiculously hot outside, which means it's even hotter in our kitchen. We have no windows, no air conditioning, just six gas hob tops, a giant metal oven, three fryers and a burger grill all competing to see which can impersonate the surface of the sun.

By the time everything is switched on, our chefs aren't cooking your lunch, they're auditioning to become rotisserie chickens.

As much as we'd love to be serving food, we simply don't feel it's safe to ask our team to work in those conditions.

Our team's wellbeing has to come first, and we're sure you'll understand.

The good news is we'll be back serving food as normal from Saturday, when the temperatures are finally expected to drop to something a little more sensible.

In the meantime, the bar is open as normal, the drinks are ice cold, and we've got plenty of reasons to pop in and escape the heat.

Thank you all for your patience and understanding over the last couple of days.

We really do appreciate the support.

See you on Saturday, when our chefs can go back to cooking your meals instead of themselves! 🔥🍔❤️

26/06/2026

HEATWAVE: DAY 5 ☀️🥵

The UK has now reached temperatures normally only found:

🔥inside an air fryer.

🔥 at the gates of Mordor.

🔥 or in the queue at Greggs waiting for a sausage roll.

Every metal object has become a surprise branding iron.

Car seatbelt buckle?
Lava.

Steering wheel?
The surface of the sun.

The little button on the seatbelt?
Made by Satan's apprentice.

Shirts are still officially missing in action, It's like someone announced a national "Tops Off Bank Holiday

One bloke was walking round Home Bargains looking like he'd taken a wrong turn on the way to Benidorm.

The dads have evolved again.

They don't even need a BBQ anymore.

They simply hold a burger towards the sky and whisper,

"Do your thing."

Somewhere, Gary is proudly announcing,

"Didn't even need the grill today."

Gary, that's a paving slab.

People have completely abandoned common sense.

Standing in front of the freezer with both doors open.

Holding frozen peas on the back of their neck like it's prescribed medication.

Putting cans of Coke in the freezer and remembering them just in time to redecorate the kitchen.

The nation's children have eaten so many ice lollies they're now one E-number away from becoming traffic cones.

Every paddling pool in Britain now contains:

👨 One dad.
🍺 One can of lager.
🦟 Roughly 14,000 insects.
👶 Absolutely no children.

David Attenborough is reportedly considering filming the next series in Keith's back garden.

By bedtime everyone lies perfectly still.

Like they've been chalked around by the police.

Nobody moves.

Not because they're asleep.

Because rolling over is cardio.

Your fan has been running for five days straight.

Mine made a strange noise this morning that definitely translated as,

"Mate, I'm absolutely shattered."

Then, just as you finally drift off, The neighbour decides 6:47am is the perfect time to pressure wash the patio.

Cheers, Nigel.

Hope the patio appreciates it.

The heat has clearly got to everyone.

Even our mate over in Longridge.

It's so warm he's started reposting our posts before we've even had chance to proofread them.

I'm not saying he's copying us, but i actually am. 😂

To be fair, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, although a little tag every now and then wouldn't go amiss. 😉

Ah well, at least it's not snowing...

Imagine shovelling snow in this heat.

😂🇬🇧☀️

25/06/2026

HEATWAVE: DAY 4 ☀️🥵

The heat has officially broken Britain.
Every bloke over 40 has taken his shirt off.

Not because they're hot..

Because they genuinely believe they're helping.

You can't escape them.

Tesco.
The tip.
B&Q.
Costa.

One of them was walking through Boots yesterday looking like he'd just escaped from Love Island: Wigan.

If the sun's out, the ni***es are out.

The BBQ dads have now become completely detached from reality.

One neighbour has been cooking the same six sausages for three days.

They're no longer food.

They're archaeological finds.

Every 15 minutes he clicks the tongs together.

Not because he needs to.

Because it's how they communicate.

Scientists believe it's a mating call.

The supermarkets have descended into complete madness.

Nobody's buying anything.

We're all just standing in the dairy aisle with the fridge doors open pretending to compare butter.

Someone whispered, "It's lovely in here..."..and four strangers nodded in silent agreement.

One bloke has been in Aldi so long he's started stocking up the shelves, topless!

The staff haven't questioned it.

To be honest, they're just grateful for the help.

At bedtime you don't try to sleep anymore.
You just lie there like a warm lasagne.

Every ten minutes you turn the pillow over hoping to discover the cold side.

There isn't one.

It's a myth, like an honest politician
Like affordable housing.

Then...
At 3:17am...

The pigeon lands on the roof wearing what sounds like steel toe-capped boots.

CLUMP.
CLUMP.
CLUMP.

He's not walking.
He's collecting rent.

Meanwhile, there's still one bloke on Facebook writing:

"Stop moaning... this is what we've all been waiting for."

No Colin.

We were hoping for 23 degrees.
Not the surface of the sun.

Britain isn't a country anymore.

It's just 68 million people standing in front of open fridge doors, eating Calippos for breakfast, applauding cloud cover, and treating 22°C on Friday like the Second Coming.

Stay hydrated.

Put a shirt on, Dave.
Nobody wants to see it. 😂🇬🇧☀️

Address

The Wheatsheaf, 1 Park Hill Road
Garstang
PR31EL

Opening Hours

Monday 12pm - 11pm
Tuesday 12pm - 11pm
Wednesday 12pm - 11pm
Thursday 12pm - 11pm
Friday 12pm - 12am
Saturday 12pm - 12am
Sunday 12pm - 10:30pm

Telephone

+441772428958

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