Image: Perry Harris - another regular
There is a festival organised by some people who use our pub this weekend, and almost all the young lot (or youngish) have gone off to Bruton to spend the weekend in a field, so now there are only old or sensible people drinking in the early evening.
Yesterday I found myself in the middle of a row of friends at the bar and it struck me how egalitarian English pubs are. To my left was an airline pilot, a high-class restauranteur and a 1970/80s pop star, and to my right a seller of vintage clothing, a college lecturer, a publishing media man and a retired British Rail worker. I am a sculptor (of sorts). It could have been a scene from Chaucer's Canterbury Tales, or a London Coffee House in the 18th century.
Tomorrow - as part of the Bath Festival - Robert Plant (and a few others) is playing on the Recreation Ground just over the road from me. Mr Plant is a shareholder in our pub, and sometimes pops in for a drink and chat with the locals.
Like I say, you get all sorts and they all come with baggage. Lots of it.