Town Crier

The only thing missing when I walked in was the sound of Dualing Banjo’s.
A pub I have passed many a time and never gone in until last week when I stepped inside one wet afternoon. There were 6 people in there not including me. 4 of them were sat at ther bar meaning to get served you had to squeeze between them. They all went uncomfortably silent as I approached the bar and I could feel the eyes burning in to me. I ordered a pint of lager and took a seat in a corner, near an exit!
It was at this point it struck me that everyone was indeed drinking either cider or lager from a can and I was the only one of the 7 of us drinking draught lager. The lager didn’t taste off, although it wasn’t the coolest tastiest pint I’d enjoyed.
I braved a trip to the toilets and they didn’t let the place down, they were well in keeping with the pub.
Didn’t brave another drink and left rapidly. Who knows, I may pay the place another visit for nostalgia!