End of the Week

 Big brother wanted to meet up and spend Friday afternoon moseying around and drinking beer.

We'd been unable to get together for about 9 months so we were looking forward to it.

We started at the Moor Brewery, sitting outside in the mild sunshine.  Bro likes his beer traditional with a good malty hit so viewed a hazy "Revival" with a quizzical eye.  However, having tasted it he declared himself very happy with the choice.

We thought something to absorb the beer was in order but the brewery doesn't do food of any sort at lunchtime so we asked the guy who was serving whether he'd mind if we got some pasties from Oxford Street.  He told us it was absolutely fine, so a foraging party was sent whilst we ordered another round.

I love the pasties but I can't remember having enjoyed them as much, ever.  Sitting outside, with lovely, and lovely family. An absolutely perfect moment.

Bro had heard about an old pub tucked away by the old fire station - obviously the Cornubia - so that was our next stop.  A pleasant amble along the harbour, good seating outside and exemplary table service.  As always the beer was traditional in nature, but enjoyed by all (including an Elland Porter for me which was a weird "middle of the day" beer but worked well).

After a couple of beers, there was a need to pop back to the flat so we decided to walk back that way, and for chaps to sort out the errand whilst Sister in Law and I pootled over to the Barley Mow.

We arrived and we greeted enthusiastically (of course) and we sat in our "usual" seat.

Whilst we were waiting for the chaps to appear, I felt bold enough to order beer for them both.  Bro arrived and accused his wife of taking liberties with ordering - I 'fessed up and we shared a smile.  Of COURSE I'd ordered him Fortitude since I knew that was the beer he would enjoy most.

We all took our leave at about 7.30pm.  I'd almost forgotten what it was like to be quite so sociable.

Yesterday was a quieter day for us so I suggested  we might want to try the Cider Box.  It had been heaving the previous week but we tried anyway.  Beer Buddy wasn't really that keen, he later admitted, because of the previous attempt but we settled in semi-shade, in the back road of a trading estate, listening to some old 45's on a turntable ordering via another different app and it was another version of perfection.

Today?  Around 5pm we'll pop out to the Barley Mow for a last couple, meeting our friend and near-neighbour.  Tomrrow, we're heading back down south to the land of Harveys.  A big culture change for sure but isn't variety the spice of life?