I’m just back from the new Cambridge Brew Dog, where the cask was off and I was too early for the 8% Imperial Coconut Porter.
Now I feel refreshed and ready for more GBG19-to-20 cross ticking and some distant memories of the Scottish jaunt.
He’s a sharp lad, that Matthew.
I reckon I’ve a pretty good knowledge of the UK, but Duncan took me on a real tour of lesser known Renfrewshire, which will no doubt be resurrected as a separate GBG chapter next year.
Lochwinnoch is a watersports centre, my expert guide tells me. I attempt to take notes, but it’s difficult to write and listen at the same time.
Ah, here’s an interesting looking pub.
Oooh look, people in casual clothes, drinking beer. Bet I bump into that big barrel on the way to the bar.
The Brown Bull looks a proper beer pub with all that local stuff, too.
Cosy all-rounder, flowers on the table, sunlight streaming in. Lovely.
The beer, almost certainly Kelburn, was average, and I took it into the garden to revive its spirits a bit.
At least, I think it was the pub garden. It’s all happening here.
I would have followed the path through the garden to the loch (possibly Ness), but Duncan had been waiting in the car, possibly counting moths, and I had to move on.
Seven, I think he said.