That would explain why I did four circuits of the town looking for a non-existent pub, then! I called in for a family meet, and as we have two ceilidh bands in the family, curiousity drew us to the junior ceilidh over the road from the church, where the Old Parrot band were playing (fine fiddler), and the caller was doing a brilliant job keeping drunken local yobs in order.

I did see some herbert inside a straw bale, but where did the bear come into proceedings?