Dirty Duck Tuck

The 22:16 train from Holywood arrived. BP and self were conveyed to our destinations, having enjoyed an evening at the favoured hostelry, the Dirty Duck. BP has a fondness for the House ale.

I had the roast pork dinner and BP had the customary scampi and chips, both commendable.

There was musical entertainment, as usual, and they were playing popular hits from the sixties and seventies.