The Old Blog in the Desert

Returning from the North Coast, I took the longer route home. Crossing over the pass, I decided I wanted a beer and I quickly found a bar.

The couple in the corner were British, their brogues echoed every time the house band fell silent. I ordered a second beer, knowing I should be home already.

The British man wiped his mouth, took a gulp of whatever they were drinking, got up, and approached the stage. After he began playing, I quickly knew that the couple were Paul and Heather.

The music was very good and so was my third beer.