The sunset was nice but now, miles from home, I was lost below Wolverhampton in the dark. But, lo, what light from yon window breaks? A pub!
I wasn’t sure the pub was open or even in business. There was a lone car parked there and the curtains seemed half drawn in the one lighted room. Yet, the house was occupied by the couple running the joint and I was able to buy a beer and sit in solitude while the footie review show screamed at me.
Later, on the run back in the cold guided by GPS I wondered why the place was so desolate. The beer was good and reasonably priced and there was plenty of room in the second bar if, say, a few people from the neighbourhood wanted to pop in and spread out a bit.
Good luck, y’all.
Endless British Pub Crawl (Part 3) 