Well, here we are. Clocks have gone back, nights are drawing in. Once, I’d have called this the start of winter pub season. A time when you can settle into a booth at The Cross Keys or Stamford Arms at 4.30 pm without any guilt because it looks and feels and smells like it’s about three hours later. Might be raining. Definitely chilly outsi…
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