After a little bit of Saturday shopping, we went for an afternoon pint at a kind of pub that seems to be dying out. The Dog and Partridge is your typical oldie worldie pub, complete with old pictures, collections of bottles and old people politely referred to as ‘characters’.
I took a few pictures to illustrate what I mean. This is by no means a fashionable watering hole; we were the youngest customers by at least two hundred years. However, I do think this kind of place should be visited because they will be missed when they are gone.
Thanks to our ridiculous laws, the only thing missing was the cloud of cigarette smoke hanging over the place, gathering in the ceiling beams.
