Regulations… Regulations…

Waiting at the bar of the Lugger Inn for a couple of beers, I was asked if we were drinking inside. my friend Anne-Marie was on the quayside, looking out for her husband Glenn to bring their boat back to its mooring, and looking forward to her cider.

I'm not keen on these flimsy plastic ‘ glasses’ that the brewery insist customers use if they are taking their drinks outside, however, after  lacerating my foot whilst stepping into the water in my youth, due to somebody's discarded qbroken glass, I thought about how regulations proliferate to protect people from other people's actions.

I mentioned to a couple of visitors waiting beside me, that locals used to have their own pewter tankards hanging behind the bar, which reminded me that I had one at home somewhere, that I won at a motorcycle trial in 1959 for the best rider under 18.

Back in the day, regulations were not adhered to quite so rigidly, and I started buying beer in our local pub when I was 14 (but I was tall for my age).

Life changes, but some things stay the same