Welcome to Scooby’s, the only pub terrace in town

Mini Oktoberfest with pretzels, potato salad, coleslaw (my version of quick sauerkraut), sausages of course and then strudel.

It was the nearest I could do to Guy Fawkes.

Darts tournament until we were too cold to aim. How strange to feel cold at night. It’s a first for ages.