Cranston's Meat and Potato Pie

Sunday morning. In Keswick. Hung over and need petrol. Even the natural beauty of the Borrowdale pass and the invigorating calm of Derwent Water isn't clearing my head. There's a pie on the shelf. A Cranston's potato and meat pie. I can even put it on the joint account while I'm paying for petrol. Velvety top crust filled with pork rather than beef, though I barely notice at 8am on a Sunday morning with a stinking hangover. Anyway, now I've just bought a pie from a petrol station I'm off to the butchers for a gallon of unleaded.