The Rubbing House

We had lunch with friends at The Rubbing House, the pub that is near the end of the racecourse at Epsom. The outside area was very busy, but we had booked a table inside. We hadn’t met old friends Doug and Angela since last year so there was a lot of catching up to do. Normous worked with them both in Shell in the 1950s.
Afterwards we went back to their house for a cup of tea and more reminiscences. It is amazing how they remember the people they used to work with all those years ago. (Extra) Angela is a keen gardener and she and I strolled round the garden looking at the flowers and plants. We came home with a bag of runner beans. a good day.