There is a bar near where I live that has been built and nurtured with savings, hard work, love and cleverness. If you need your spirits lifting, a conversation, somewhere to read your book or a pint of originally-sourced beer, it’s the place to go.
At least it was until March 21, when coronavirus locked the doors on the place.
The owner did her best to keep going. She sold beer take-outs and bread and coffee from other local folk and set up a library.
The regulars were soon queuing two metres apart outside.