For no particular reason. we drifted down to the pub. I didn’t realise that Thursday is poker night, but so it is, and the players were in the end bar, concentrating at what was in their hands and fingers crossed to Lady Luck.
In the cross-benches, the bar between the two other bars, Terry was as usual ensconced on his stool, and we stood and chatted to him as we enjoyed our drinks. On the bench seats, behind the tables was a couple and their dog who we had never seen before. We surmised, correctly as it happens, that they were staying on the lovely campsite near the beach. We got into conversation with them, and as so often happens, there were a number of overlaps in our lives. They knew Chorlton-cum-Hardy where my bestest friend lives, their home is in south of Manchester, another area we know well. The husband had been involved in the music industry, and we had a very pleasant evening chatting to them and their dog.
The dog was a very handsome fellow, about two years old, and we swapped doggy stories. Our conversation drifted on to their interest and experience in music, their home which they had decorated and organised in a very interesting and fun way, family events, celebrations, dogs, beer, pubs, the campsite where they were staying, places in Cornwall which we both knew… typical night in the pub really, chatting to people we had never met before!
Lois Elsden 