Never again

Today I relived my younger days and worked behind a bar, serving delicious ale. This one inparticular being my favourite! A 10.9% stout, with ginger, stored in a rum barrel for 12 months. IT WAS HEAVEN! And after chatting the brewer about it, he informed me it was a complete one off, never to be brewed again! I was gutted! But I guess that's the norm for these type of events. After a 7 hour day behind the bar, I said my goodbyes to the festival, walked into town, got the train to greenfield, and walked all the way home. To say my feet ached and I was slightly tired is an understatement.