Fun nights out have no age barrier here. Once when I was out knitting at a bar (yes, knitting in a bar) and two mature women peeked in the window and saw a few of us with our yarn. We couldn’t hear them, but I swear they giggled with delight then came in to enjoy a cuppa. The knitting in a bar habit has drawn attention at other times, including (but not limited to) an out-of-towner asking to take a photo of us because it was just so cool that we were knitting in a pub. Awe shucks, yeah, we’re just brilliant and killing our eyesight when the lights get dimmed. But it’s still worth it for the fun we have.