On a recent visit to Chorlton-cum-Hardy in Manchester I took a few pictures of places I used to know so well.
Our local was just the plain old Trevor Arms, run by Stan and Mona. We used to go there most evenings and sat with an elderly couple Jack and Ann Harker. They had married, had a child, divorced, remarried other people, been widowed and remarried each other. Now the Trevor Arms is smart and posh:
A pub we only occasionally went to was the Horse and Jockey on Chorlton Green. Then it had low ceilings, stone flagged-floors, was always thick with cigarette smoke, and packed to the gunwales with students.