It was more than 40 years since I’d been in the Old Beverlie so I wasn’t expecting to see anyone I recognised and I certainly wasn’t expecting them to know me. But it turned out I’d chosen a momentous day to visit this Shepherd Neame pub on St Stephens Green in Canterbury and there was lots of chat in the bar about what the future might hold? I was greeted immediately by a pair of barmaids who were working in tandem like turbo-charged twins to make sure everyone felt welcome – and this was despite the fact it was their last day. I was faced by all the usual Sheps’ offerings and decided to play…