Crusader

We arrived at the Crusader, It was a cold autumn afternoon aproximatly 3:37pm. I reversed the car into one of the far spaces towards the back of the pub along a row of trees. We walked in through the back entrance to find a group of locals sitting at the table nearest to the bar. They looked, we looked, we were not familiar faces but they could recognise we ment no harm. The bar maid greeted us with a smile, her energy was warm and pure. She poured me a stout and an IPA for my companion then we ordered chips. We sat down at the dinning area by the window on the soft seating provided. It was cosy, before much time had passed the food arrived and we tucked into the tastey grub. After that well-needed feast we set to work writing poetry and sketching Junkyard Mermaids on the pages of our handmade books from scraps. The time had crept upon us, and we had to depart. Before leaving I used the facilities which where warm, very warm. The whole experience was warm on that cold Autumn afternoon.