The weather was pretty yukky - not rainy but the wind howling off the South Downs was quite the thing. The BBB said "did you want to go to The Crown?".
I was honest and admitted I was ambivalent about going out - rotten weather and all - but I said if he was keen I was happy with that. He was, so we did.
We took games and strolled down.
The pub was quiet (initially, at least), there was no sport on but in the end we just nattered.
The Revival APA was still on and was absolutely lovely. It really tasted pretty much how I remembered Mark Tranter's version tasted. The BBB said, "it's like being back in the Evening Star" - and so it was.
The walk back - uphill and into the teeth of the wind - was slightly harder than the walk out. Then again, we wouldn't have it any other way because this way we get the view of the hill from the front of the house and it's largely unobstructed because of the park opposite.
As we came into the garden we mused that we were hoping for a couple more chances to sit drinking beer in the front garden before the end of the month - but that's very much in a lap of the weathers.
I don't love summer - I adore spring and autumn - already my head is looking forward a couple of weeks to fires in pubs again and not feeling guilty about not doing any gardening. I'm also looking forward to putting on my enormously thick fleece-lined hoody and thick socks.
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