iPhone photo a day — day nine

After my slip up for day eight, you’d have thought I’d have made a real effort with day nine.

I didn’t.

This a pub near where I live called The Belle. A cool, hip, trendy (and a vari­ety of other words that are pre­sum­ably quite out of date and wouldn’t be used by most of the people that go there) pub filled with stu­dents and people from the ‘bohemian’ west end, it’s the greatest trans­form­a­tion of a place I’ve ever seen first hand.

The first time I was in there, it was called The West­ern and I was offered some bacon off the back of a lorry (“This morn­ing love, don’t worry!”), a kiss from a man fifty years my senior and a job. It was a proper local pub, and while my I love it now, I really miss the ‘proper’ folk that used to drink there. I won­der where they drink now, after being punted unce­re­mo­ni­ously from their local?