What's on?

We walked down the hill to see where in summer we might get boozed up at the Fox, seated ideally by the stream (see Extra).  The evening was beautifully lit after the showery day and Mrs B stopped to see what was on at the noticeboard.

We slogged up the hill again without having imbibed, because the pub was shut, but it's only a matter of time before the booze-up . . .