It was 7 miles into the afternoon run and across the road from my finishing spot this massive pub loomed. It was twenty minutes until my train and I reckoned I could slake my thirst in fifteen.
A second cavernous house on this run but this time it (DJ Quinn’s) was one in excellent repair. There were only four others in there, though, three of them gambling on the horse races and the other wanting to talk to me about running as I was sweating profusely. I managed to turn the brief interaction back to beer and architecture and he left back to his original perch.
Endless British Pub Crawl (Part 3) 