The Foresters Arms, Rochester

Man walks into a small village pub, orders his drink and sits down at the bar. Three other men look at him nervously and one offers him his seat, explaining that so and so usually sits there. Man accepts seat from local who seems friendly enough, takes in the 70s furniture, local noticeboard, sees a darkened games room and small outside area. All in all a nice enough village free house. But do they get many strangers round these parts?