When Mr B was unloading the car he muttered something about beer which I paid little attention to as there were crisps and baking ingredients to deal with from the UK shop.
So today when he asked if I wanted one of his beers, I think he was a bit offended when I mentioned maybe preferring a lager (thinking I was being nice). But he meant the beer that he made, with his own hands, this spring. So here it is. It’s not, for me, a session beer, but it was very tasty indeed.
In other news, France celebrated releasing almost no prisoners from a prison 300 odd years ago, and we ignored the fireworks and just sat at home.