A very good night

Last night was good. I went out bar hopping, and beyond the four (or was it five?) pints I bought myself, I had given to me a glass of draught, a pint, and shooter. In and of itself, that would make a good night, however, I also drafted three poems (one poem in a night is good, and until last night, two was the most I had ever written on any given night out).

It was a very good night indeed.

I noticed this scene as I was walking in to town, back in mid Sept., so I whipped out my camera and shot. We're loking across the corner of the Pope & Talbot yard in GF.