I need you to keep a secret. I’m off to Orval on Wednesday and more excited than ever. Yes indeed the crash of the cask washer, the relentless chug of the double diaphragm pump and the screams of my brewing team as they are flogged will be replaced by pastoral calm, quiet reflection and bird song. Please just don’t tell my yeast, boiler, chiller, Eurostar, cask washer, racker etc………
In the absence of your love
And in the absence of human touch
I have decided
I’m throwing my arms around, around Orval
Because only beer and monks accept my love
4 comments:
Dude, you have the best job in the world. Fact.
When things are going well Leigh you are quite correct. When things are not it's like watching the one you love most in the world dying.
Missing you already!
And an operable bung finder!
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