Finished resealing the shower and reckoned I deserved a beer, but also still needed to get a Sunday run in. I had not been outside since morning and thought it would have warmed a bit but it was still foggy and cold at 3 pm so to force a little internal heat I headed toward the hill into Old Town and continued back down into and through Wroughton stopping at the Fox and Hounds just as the hill started up toward Avebury.
I heard a lively crowd inside as I reached for the door handle, but the place went silent as I strode in. This was especially odd with 30 or so folks milling around the length and breadth of this large old pub, but the bar had the Arkell’s Czech-style Pilsner on tap so I was happy. I took it over to a table by a window and everyone started talking again.
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