There's nothing so lonesome . . .

Mrs B, bless her, had a bright idea this evening.  Why not walk down the hill to the pub for a pre-prandial beer?

Excellent plan, I replied, and so we did.  Walk down the hill.  But it was Monday, and it's Montag ruhetag, as they say in German – after 4pm, at any rate for this pub.

So we walked back up the hill to where we knew that there was a beer ready for the opening.  But not before I had snapped this attractive Triumph TR4, whose occupants were also a little disappointed at the lack of an open pub.