The SS effigy was burned on the beach, witnessed by hundreds of folkies in party mood. Cans of beer and lager were being sold by some enterprising fellow, long after the pubs had closed. One folkie even wrote a song about the demise of the Plough, and Sam Smith was demonised in verse.

I'm sure quite a few pubs saw an increase in trade on the back of the Plough ban; certainly the landlord of the Fleece had a smile from ear to ear (and back again) everyday that week! Gil visited the Fleece (Wednesday night I think) and was given a warm welcome.

Friday night was packed to the rafters, and the landlord was given a rousing 3 cheers followed by "For he's a jolly good fellow" - a suggestion that Humphrey Smith might be afforded the same accolade was met with derision.

The Plough was a nice pub to visit for a quiet drink and bit of lunch, before moving off to livelier venues. By 2:30 the Plough was pretty much empty.

Most folk I spoke to were of the opinion the Plough would be back in business next year.......... fat chance!

"Heartbeat" was sung a few times (in the Fleece) - just for old times sake.