Andrew MacLaren-Scott's Blog, page 29

Kendal

for one night, en route to Bristol, with the remnants of Hurricane Ophelia beginning to stir the sky

The year is dying...

...for another one to live

Ghostly

Apparently this is not the reason for the name but I did find that the bitter hoppy taste of this Adnams offering did linger on the palate for an extraordinarily long time - nay uncannily long - after the liquid had sunk from the mouth. Eerie, and nice. Another good one, inducing a feeling of tilting and sinking that was pleasant rather than disturbing. A fine way to go.

62 million years ago...

...all was very quiet, although perhaps I just happened to visit on a quiet day

A new friend

I generally only meet up with one bottle or pint of beery friendship in any one day, and not every day, but this new one is moving up the list in my affections. Adnams Southwold Bitter, which according to Adnams is "a beautiful copper-coloured beer, late and dry-hopped with Fuggles for a distinctive lingering hoppiness, brewed with the finest East Anglian Pale Malt barley, with the Fuggles hops added late to the boil to preserve the herbal flavours...". To which I would say "Aye right... whatever... it's a beer, and quite a nice one too."

Autumnally Gloamingly Edinburgherly

Autumnality appealing

Autumnality appearing

Turbulent Tay Day

As the tide recedes after heavy rain the river flows fast over the causeway used by the tractor to haul the beer to my golf course when tides allow. This is a serious situation. Fortunately kegs have on occasion been rolled along the footbridge if necessary.

Grey Tay Day