For the makers of this beer, they have been through hell.
Lots of roadworks means delays in getting vital supplies at crucial moments
when they need their logistics to be on track to make and distribute their
products. There’s been road closures and the pavements turned into trenches as
people try to pass through. There are literal cracks in the earth fenced off by
traffic cones, orange barriers and metal fencing. Unfortunately the brewery is
no longer with us. The brewery haven’t been able to relocate, though I hope
that their skills are put to good use elsewhere. The moon has risen to shine
over hell which has turned the sociable pint glass into a can. At least the
roadworks have now been canned. But it’s not really the moon, it’s just my flash
reflected over the can and onto the window beyond. Either that or it’s a
gigantic ball of froth erupting from within.
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