As usual when visiting Fifth Hammer at the start of a crawl, I didn’t manage to get out of there again until it was time to get the ferry back home… I never learn.

But, enough of that misery stuff, we should celebrate instead with a proper pie and a pint.

You know, those perfectly good classic brews that are combined in the cask with all manner of found objects; not limited to actual foodstuffs.

By the fourth round, the completist in me started showing up, and I just had to try a beer from each brewery that I had not yet approached...

It is a known fact, that when all else fails, a beer is the best cure for whatever ails you.

I drink cask because of the joy of anticipation that I get with each and every new pint.