Crowds

Walking around was less than idyllic, due to hordes of people, walking at less than 1 mph. Less even than 1 kph.

So I took refuge in a pleasant, quiet, old pub to carry out some more important research. Within minutes, that was shattered by a large, loud couple who invaded the next table. She managed to knock over a pint of beer. The landlord, generously, replaced it free of charge. I would have voted for making her mop it up.

I told them what I thought, non-verbally, and found somewhere else, where the pint(s) of White Hot, brewed in Consett, were soothing.