Spring; sprung

Randy bird mating calls - fluid warbling. A recalcitrant petrol lawnmower being kick-started. Air temperature just the right side of cool. Magnolias opening their petals and showing their class. The whiff of fish & chips wafting from the kitchen.

And a pint of Whim Armadillo, sublime tropical, effortlessly drinkable, thoroughly incorrigible.

There are many great beer experiences in the world. But it's hard to beat a perfect pint of English cask beer in an English pub garden at the start of an English spring.

Royal Oak, Ockbrook, 1848, Thursday April 7th 2011

3 comments:

  1. Anonymous7 April 2011 at 21:31

    Not. Jealous. At. All.

    [He mutters staccato through clenched teeth]

    K

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  2. Unknown7 April 2011 at 23:12

    I bet that fresh seafood on the beach with a cold Epic would run it a close second.

    And I'm doing my damnest to be in a position to try that. This year ;-)

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  3. Anonymous8 April 2011 at 00:32

    If that is the case, we shall be brewing with you :)

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