I thought it’d be good to finish off the trip with a meal
out at the local pub. We’d found that they only do pizzas so the others weren’t
so keen to eat but were interested in going for a drink. As we approached, the
place did seem a bit run down, but the big attraction were the bikers. There
was some form of private party in progress, but we were quite happy sitting
outside anyway. I’m not sure why but they refused to serve my friend a soft
drink. I went in afterwards and got served without any problems at all. Perhaps
they thought that she was underaged, or that I was a hardened biker as I was
wearing a scruffy jacket. Maybe it was my confident bar manner. But it did make
the others want to get back to the cottage as quickly as possible. Pizza was good
though.
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