Golden ale

It's spring, I think. Certainly there has been sunshine and now there is warmth, which meant that I was slightly over-dressed for this afternoon's trip down to Liverpool to visit Bob. 

As per our usual schedule, I arrived into Lime Street at three-thirty and walked up to meet him at the Philharmonic, our habitual starting place. But it was no day for being indoors, so we ambled across the road to another bar that had some chairs and tables in the sunshine, where we sat and drank and chatted. It was perfect, like a small holiday.