The Thorntree Inn, Cockenzie

I used to drink in here when I was a schoolkid. I looked old for my age.

Recently I've only come here after funerals but I'd had such a successful day, getting dad's new cooker delivered and installed (despite a glitch with electrics requiring an emergency electrician callout), meeting Bill for lunch and getting all sorts of useful stuff done, that I decided to drop in for a half pint of Belhaven Best this afternoon. Thoroughly enjoyable it was too.

Oh - you know how when you walk into a pub in the sticks everybody turns and looks at you? Well they did.