I was out and about yesterday afternoon, and thought I would pop in to the white swan. Believe it or not I don’t go into pubs as often as I used to, but I had heard the swan now looks great, and I felt like a pint. They weren’t exaggerating: the swan used to be a dump, and three or four years ago lyn and I were barred by the then landlord for dribbling; now, however. it is a totally different place. It is clean, elegant, with a good range of beers. Being just around the corner, I daresay it might well become my new bolt-hole, although it was a tad dear. Either way, it is nice to report a resolution to a drama which, although it happened three years ago, really got my goat. The new landlord seems like a nice chap who perhaps Lyn will meet soon too.