A long walk in the Lakeland Fells; crisp air, plashy ground, working up a sweat but gently so. Long views to distant tops and then the knee-aching descent down, down. That pint. The first. I spend as long looking at it; gently wiping the condensation away before…. one sip. Just the one. But a big one.
That’s a beer moment.
Old school friends. Uni friends. People you met when you started work. Friends you met just last week. The years in between compress somehow; there’s no filling-in-the-gaps required, just laughter, knowingness, shared bonds that time doesn’t erode. Over a pint, or two, or five.
That’s a beer moment.
A long week. No jogging over the line; but sprinting, full on, bleary eyes, baggy for want of sleep. But there’s always time, to stop, pause, reflect, before the train home. And that bar, that one I’ve been meaning to stop at but always made an excuse. Turns out, it serves a fantastic pint. Doesn’t hit the sides. Ah….
That’s a beer moment.
Beer Tinted Spectacles 