I’m curating this blog using photos taken the best part of three (3) months ago, and wondering what on earth to tell you.
But as it’s a diary, you ought to know that on the hottest day in UK history I was in a pub.
Not by choice, oh no. Look at this message exchange which I have anonymised;
There’d be some predictions the temperature in Sheffield would top 40 degrees, but 35.7 was enough (20 is plenty, as they say). I was in Cambridge when it recorded the UK’s previous highest score (100 in US money), and that was tough.
It doesn’t pay to neglect the Sheffield classics, particularly when they open up especially.
What a pub the Blake Hotel is, a great place to drink beer and talk stuff. It seemed appropriate to have been here on Christmas Day AND the hottest day, almost symmetrical.
“Do you have any low alcohol beer ?” I asked, hoping he’d say no.
Oh well, the Damarri is only 4.7%, practically a Table beer in this weather.
What can I tell you ? You will struggle to fall below NBSS 3.5 in Sheffield’s GBG pubs, and this was a 4/4.5.
Just look at it.
I know I got there on the dot of 3. I know from that clock above I was still there at 4:28. And I know from the photo below that I was tipping the keg beer into the cask pint glass to enhance it.
And I know my anonymous drinking companion refused to join everyone else outside in the sun.
He/she is very sensible.