Having polished off the heavy fish and chip meal, I restarted my third run of the night to loop back to Didcot Station (the first was the pre-emptive attempt to attend the lab Christmas Party). It was raining fairly hard and I was carrying a 20 kg backpack full of other wet gear and was suddenly overcome with thirst. The Wallingford appeared over the top of my fogged glasses and I ventured in.
Friendly enough inside (there were actually some people around the corner from where I took the bar picture), I was happy to sit in something like a roadhouse and drink a strong cider to straightforward rock ‘n’ roll blaring from the tannoy. I think last call was at 10:30 because the barkeep rang a bell and the music shifted to Taylor Swift — alright, alright…I’m drinking up already, you don’t have to be cruel about it.