Day 59

The King’s Head. Once the oldest pub in the area – dark and dingy, the kind of place that single women wouldn’t go to or if they did, they would feel all eyes swivel round and peer. They eyes would not look away. But that was then.

And this is now. The King’s Head is still the oldest pub in the area but is now is a gastro pub with a range of rare batch gins and interestingly named craft beers, mocktails for the alcohol-free patron and Scotch Eggs and pulled pork. Heritage tomatoes mixed with pork scratchings – a bright modern pub for the 21^st century and 22^nd century prices.

Pat looked at her watch. Fashionably late.