Day 268 - Forced March To The Pub

Saturday January 9th

Philippa and I have decided that all this snow and enforced hibernation means that we should be able to have a drink so I enjoyed a glass of wine or two last night. The roads and pavements are still pretty treacherous and there is no sport.

We finally made it to The Bridge in Shawford with the Dewars. It was a great walk in the end and we had to navigate the raging Itchen. The pub was OK (I know I shouldn't but when I saw the barman generously dip the tap spout into the beer as he was pouring, I was itching to leap over the bar and tell him how to serve a perfect pint) but the whole experience was definitely worth it. Everyone got some fresh air and we bumped into people we actually knew.

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