I was heading to Dover and, whilst I couldn’t be sure of a warm welcome, I at least hoped the natives wouldn’t be too restless. The music was blaring at the Boars Head on Eaton Road but, other than what was being pumped through the jukebox, it was incredibly quiet and the barmaid was amusing herself on her phone. The only thing close to ale on tap was Shipyard Pale Ale so I ordered a pint of that along with a packet of salt and vinegar. There’d been a run on S&V so I had to settle for plain and took a seat by the window. I just had time to notice there are two dartboards, a skewiff pool table,…