An afternoon pint of Cloudwater Porter
I’ve written about railway pints before. Those wonderful snatched moments where a wait for a train becomes an opportunity and a pleasure, rather than an annoyance.
I’ve written about railway pints before. Those wonderful snatched moments where a wait for a train becomes an opportunity and a pleasure, rather than an annoyance.
In theory, the Friday Lunchtime Pint is a wonderful thing. It is a reward after four and half days of hard graft. Or four and a half days of avoiding hard graft, which is just as much hard work in its own way. It is a way to warm up for the weekend. A little loosener before the main festivities. If nothing else it makes the last three hours of the working week a little more bearable. Ideally it makes the last three hours of the working week nearer two hours, if you plan it right. Read the rest of this entry »
A lovely little film from 1944 on the history and importance of the English Inn, including some wonderful and wistful footage on how inns and pubs once looked and probably should still look. Gathering for a pint has always been about a whole lot more than the beer, as this film shows. Cheers!