A Mason’s kind of evening

Popped into the Mason’s Arms today and was instantly reminded of why it’s number two on my list of  great local boozers.

In a short time I’d met a man who’d survived being shot in the head, a gang of pro-gamblers and more old-school drunks than you could shake a bag of nuts at. Even the Robinson’s Unicorn ale was in fine form.

You can read a previous review of the Mason’s here.