We started the day with a walk in the rain.
It's Monday, so it's brewing day.
We arrived at the brewery damp and lonely.
No sign of the brewer, but the copper was boiling.
My job has always been the mash tun.
Digging out the spent malt to feed to the chucks.
Bagging up the rest for a neighbouring pig.
The sun came out and so did the butterflies,
sunning themselves on the fence
Sipping nectar from the buddleia.
Later, the beer complete, it was time to walk home.
Back came the rain to frighten the butterflies
and dampen the spirits.