YEARNING FOR “STRONG BEER”…

…and the bitterness of life without hand-drawn bitter The “lock-down” started to really get to me about a week ago. It actually hit quite suddenly, as we stepped out on a balmy April evening for our “permitted” once-daily ration of exercise, and I had an overwhelming desire to walk down into the centre of Oxford,Continue reading “YEARNING FOR “STRONG BEER”…”