Spring weather continues to be...well...springy. That is to say, when it's sunny the air is rather fresh and when it's less windy it's overcast with a lower general temperature.
A knee-sprain early in the year has meant I've been quite careful about how and where I walk to get some exercise but we have got into the habit of having a stroll most days.
It had been a busy and intense week and on Thursday I also had to vote. So I suggested that we combine a visiting to the polling station and our afternoon "knee physio" amble.
Having exercised my democratic right, we went to a local small park to see how spring was treating it. Then the boy said "I wonder what the Crown garden is like at the moment"...
...and so we went for our first cask beer since...well, I guess it's last October?
The garden was lovely, if a bit chilly. We had a chat with Andy, the landlord, to see how his pubco was treating him and he was quite upbeat. He said he'd fared a lot better than other pub tenants he knew.
We had two pints of Gun Extra Pale and I felt quite buzzy by the time we left.
Once again, an unplanned pub visit gave pleasure in a way much more complicated than the mere consumption of alcohol. I seriously can't wait for the next visit.
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