Trying unsuccessfully to find the Horse and Groom, I gave up and entered the Lounge Bar of the Crown. As I walked toward the loo, a huge dog started barking at me so once I finished I took to the Public Bar to get a 6X but there was nowhere to sit so I headed back into the Lounge where the dog recommenced his barking.
“I think it’s the hat, mate,” one of the guys at a nearby table offered. I removed it, saying, “or maybe the sheep shit on my shoes has him excited;” however, as soon as I laid the cap on the table the beast rolled over and went back to sleep. That’s right, etiquette lessons from a Great Dane.
It was another fine bar and one to linger at, but the trains were spaced by about two hours and I was really ready to head home at this point. As I left, the first raindrops fell on what had, up until then, been a stunningly beautiful — if cold — day for a wee jog: