Yeast on a vat full of beer.
Having managed to publish two posts almost simultaneously and in the wrong chronological sequence, thereby effectively burying one of them – I know: the incompetence is breath-taking – I now intend to compound the error by going both off topic and back in time to some photos I’d forgotten about.
This is my friend B….
Unlike me he’s capable of organising the proverbial p***-up in a brewery. And that’s exactly what he did. Four of us went for a tour of the Lancaster Brewery. Which was very interesting. The section on beer in Michael Pollan’s ‘Cooked’ was one of the most fascinating parts of an excellent book, so I was pleased to have an opportunity to see the process in action.
Then we got to sample some of their beer. And eat pie. And watch the final three games in the Six Nations. Generally, I’ve been laying off the ale this year. And the pie. And lots of other things too, so this was a special treat, the only dampener being the poor showing of England in the rugby.
I seem to have forgotten to take any more photos. Too busy watching the sport, and drinking, and putting the world to rights, so no beer porn. Suffice to say that Lancaster ales are very fine, especially the Red, to my taste at least.