We met at the Sheffield Tap, at the station, to make life easier for people coming from outside the city. It's got a fabulous, high-ceilinged room at the back, lined with decorative Victorian ceramic tiles and hung with chandeliers (yes, really!). On one side of the room all the highly-polished, brewing equipment is on show, on the other are windows which look out at the platforms and trains.
It's often too busy to appreciate, but at 10.30 in the morning the room was more or less empty, except for about a dozen sketchers, hard at work.
Quite a few new sketchers arrived at this point and we about doubled our numbers.
Third stop was the Red Deer, just round the corner. They've done it up a bit since I was last in there, but not enough to spoil it, thank goodness. I found a place near an open fire. I had been on tea and coffee up to this point, but spotted that they were serving hot, spiced apple juice with a shot of rum: irresistible and as delicious as it sounds.
It was then that we realised nobody had Paul's phone number. We left a message with the landlord at pub no 5, and got down to work. Several of us did surreptitious sketches of this poor stranger, first eating his lunch, then reading a book. He didn't complain, I'm not sure if he realised:
When the last stragglers went for their train at 5pm, I walked back up into town and caught a bus home: the end of a lovely day. And we'd had 3 first-timers, which is always nice. A pub-crawl was the perfect way for them to begin sketchcrawling as it turned out, since we were able to chat more than usual, over our beers or coffee. while we sketched of course.