Boats and hoes, boats and hoes, I gotta have me my boats and–BEER! Beer, not hoes!
Back in September I paid a visit to one of my favourite pubs, Het Waterhuis Aan De Bierkant in Gent. Since I was only in Belgium for one week, I decided to treat myself to one of the world’s best tasting beers!
A Lament To Lost Love
Or How To Be Moody When You Feel Lonely As You Clean Out Your House Alone And Listen To Melodic Death Metal (a poem written at the end of September—apologies in advance for the angst: proceed with caution)
After leaving Skye, Gavin and I continued our Scottish whisky travels with a stop at Oban.
Last week Gavin arrived in York, and now we are travelling in Scotland!
Go Hibs Go!
“If ever you rest amongst the elderflower, foxgloves and swaying summer grasses of Kingcombe Meadows, prepare for a performance. A nimble golden harvest mouse, no larger than your thumb, uses its talented tail to somersault from stem to stem in search of wild barley and floral flavours. We’d give this grassy gymnast a gold medal every time!”
-from the back label of this beer bottle!