After leaving Madrid, I spent one night in Cáceres, before heading to Portugal. In Lisbon I stayed for two nights, and on the second night I shared a smidgeon over half a bottle of Offley Ruby Porto, first with John Steinbeck’s Cup Of Gold, and afterwards on the balcony with a rather jolly Frenchman.
Last Saturday night, on the eve of St. Patrick’s Day, I had the privilege to finish off the Burns Hotel’s last remaining bottle of Walker & Scott Irish Whiskey. On Sunday I went to London.
“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!
Tomorrow morning I leave Belgium and head to England. In preparation, I am calmly devouring the remaining bottles of Belgian beer that I have acquired during my three weeks here. This blog post happens to be about one of them.
For those of you who don’t know, I have received a two year visa for the UK, and I will soon be spending a lot of time exploring England, and perhaps eventually working in a pub. First though, I have returned to Belgium to visit some of my favourite people and cafés, not necessarily in that order. Going forward, you can expect my blog to become in part a travel blog, complemented by the usual drink reviews.
Tonight is my last night in Vernon. Tomorrow morning I head to Vancouver, and on Thursday I fly to London, England. So naturally I am sipping on a couple of brews with my parents and cats as we spin some vinyl. Below is an interpretation of what they taste like.