I always bring a set of darts with me wherever I can, just in case an opportunity presents. This was the case on a scrambling holiday in Snowdonia. Although the weather was uncharacteristically fair for Wales, meaning no all day pub darts sessions was had, there was still a chance for a few pints and a throw one evening. The mural outside promised darts, and we werenβt disappointed. The only cask beer on was the Snowdon Craft Bitter. It had just a whiff of being on the turn, but I was too keen to get to the board to bring it up. Although I did switch to their keg IPA thereafter. There was a telly at the end of the oche blasting S4C, but we were eventually deafened to its din.
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