Old Portsmouth Proper Pub

Once a decade this particular old childhood friend drops into my life from her own peripatetic existence.  Mainly she lives in America but sometimes she arrives from Micronesia, Mexico or specifically in this case New Orleans. Her mother still lives in Portsmouth, near the sea in Southsea and so I dropped down there this evening.  As people often say with old friends, you pick up where you left off, fill in the intervening years and carry on.  

We liked this old pub with a friendly landlord and rather sparse clientele. I suppose it was Monday night.   It was good to see her.