half moon

a shot/comment by Mr Gray got me thinking about the "first pint
in a pub" mine was in a bar called the half moon with my
grandfather, he was a yorkshireman, and after a morning
walking in the hills he decided it was time for a pint, he
reckoned we'd earned it, and it would get us ready for
lunch, it was grand, sitting shooting the breeze with the
old fella, a pint and a packet of crisps, mind mother played
hell with him when we got back.
as I was 11 at the time.