Walking along a narrow cobbled street, light drizzle & slight chill in the air. Past a pub two girls pop out for a fag, coats held high keeping the rain off. The warmth, the ambiance & aroma of the pub hits me.

The chattering of patrons, musician playing in the corner is heard but most distinctiveness is the smell.

Its the smell of warmth & ale on a damp evening there nothing else like it. This is Home. I think how this place hasn't changed for several hundred years (pub was built in the 1500s)

As I carry on further into town to meet the friends in a soulless new age trendy bar were you never see old men, dogs or banjo's

Matt