I chose to scrap this picture because this place is special to us in a way that's not entirely tangible. This is the inside of our village pub. It's traditional, so not a tv screen showing football in sight, thank goodness. We come here for odd occasions, sometimes a birthday, but more often than not, just a Friday night where we cannot be bothered to cook.
I kept the papers dark and rich, trying to emulate the atmosphere. It's not my favourite page, but it felt good to document this small nook in our lives.