The Guildford

Talk about having a quiet pint! The Guildford was practically empty this evening, nowhere near the allowed 20% capacity. Quite eerie really, like being in the middle of a pandemic.
We’d met up with Justin and his family, broken out of their Bristol enclosure to tour the wild, open spaces of the North. Not to mention the wet and wild open spaces of the Old Town. Just a single street entertainer to be seen on the Royal Mile, poor guy was drookit and probably frozen. And skint.