Chucking Out Time

It was just us chickens for the pub tonight so seeing as it was pretty nice we went for a wander up town before S suggested heading for the Orchard (or the Northern Bar as I still call it) for a wee change and the chance of a Deuchars. We weren’t disappointed, a fine pint was on tap! The place was busy when we arrived but it seems to cater for locals out for their dinner and emptied pretty quickly - nothing to do with our arrival, honest. So you’d think we were there late and being swept out the door but in fact it was only about 10 o’clock. Just like the early closing days but without that mad, last drinks dash!