Pink mitten

Old acquaintance B. from the USA (we  last met as teenagers) is visiting the land of her father's [sic] and it seemed only right and proper she should meet one of Pembrokeshire's most celebrated characters. When we arrived at the  pub that Bessie has kept for 68 years we were told  she was having a nap. After an hour or so in the time-warped pub  parlour, the lady of the house appeared and set to lighting the recalcitrant stove. Bonding over the niceties of paper, matches and coal the two Bs, one so cosmopolitan and well-travelled, the other so hefted  to her native valley, united for a final photo (extra)