School night

A sneaky trip to Sandy Bell’s after school to meet my good friend A and her fiddle. We came once before and had a great night, this felt a bit different... I don’t play and A was not made to feel welcome at all, in fact a man was rude, to the point where she left the group session and we stood and chatted instead.
Still enjoyable for us but disappointing for A who’d come up on the train and is used to a much more friendly, more welcoming session vibe up North.
I felt sad that the city had lived up to it’s sometimes snooty, unfriendly reputation. Boo.