We popped out tonight to the recommended local near where we are staying.
It was a proper English local. Middle of nowhere. Nothing too much trouble. Strangers arrive and leave as friends. A timeless sort of place which warms the heart.
I went to get a photo of CJ on the bar stool at the end of the bar.
The publican was having none of it. If it’s a photo we want, then lets do it properly.
He pulled a handle, pouring himself a half in the process, perfect for CJ. But our wee man had better ideas. He grabbed the one next door to pull that as well.
Only a little was spilt before the publican could hit the kill switch, leaving CJ to happily play with whichever handle took his fancy.
Our own little Master Brewer.