“Is that it there? Ooh it looks lovely!”
“Wow, it’s big.”
“But how do we get to it? From the roundabout?”
“No, I think we missed the turning.”
“Oh God how to we get there I’m starving!”
…Is what you would have heard from our car as we approached a pub; yet another pub in the seemingly endless collection of pubs in our part of the world. But no, I am not tired of pubs, I could never be. Pubs are glorious, homely boxes of heart warming joy. I feel hugely lucky to still be discovering new ones in my hometown.