It’s that time of year again, when I drag myself away from Proper Pubs and to a big tent on a big field to drink big beers.
But first, Cambridge. Resplendent in a heatwave that’s gone already.
And a new Antony Gormley exhibition at Kettle’s Yard.
Yes, I’ve seen that one somewhere before, too. And this one.
You don’t get culture like this on BRAPA.
In the queue I spoke to a volunteer from Sedgley about pubs. Apparently they have a few round there. Must investigate.
Straight to the Keg bar.
Richard will be pleased to know I started with a lager from Brass Castle.
At that very moment I bumped into Kevin, an Estates manager who made my last 5 years in the NHS bearable. He’s the second most cheery retiree in Cambridgeshire.
Kevin had also picked the Helles, as he was born in Malton (and you can tell). He was moving on to beers from the home towns of his wife and favourite sheep next.
I went for a Dave, named after one of the famous Southworth brothers about to grace our island. After sampling mine, Kevin did the same.
It was top-notch (NBSS 4), a complex dark beer escaped from Gtr Goole.
Then I saw a queue forming.
So being English, I joined it. Five minutes later I was the proud owner of a Cloudwater DIPA, the beer that made murk fashionable.
Then my best man Wayne walked past, and we discussed the importance of clear display of micro pub opening hours in Janet.
Not really. We said “y’all right. Fancy seeing you here”
I met a lovely elderly couple from Meldreth, attempting to try ALL the beers over the week.
Don’t be like them. Be like Kevin. Drink a beer brewed in the hometown of your family.
Or just follow the queue.