Back to the boat house

After a quick supermarket spree and then lunch Dad and I took a very brief walk around the park but it was already taking a turn for the Baltic. So, we thought the most sensible course of action was to pop into the warmth of the pub for a couple of cheeky Friday afternoon pints. Dad was slightly worried that this may be seen as unusual and depraved behaviour but he brightened up when we opened the door to see a sea of faces doing exactly the same thing.