Noisy pub

We drove into Hampshire to have a pub lunch with an old friend, widow of one of N’s boyhood friends. She took us to a favourite nearby pub where we all chose the same main course, a delicious chicken and ham pie. The pub is an old building with a low ceiling and it was very busy so it was very noisy and it was quite difficult to hear each other. Conversation was a struggle. The walls were covered with pictures, and I highlighted the Shell poster as we are a Shell family.