If Carlsberg did beer festivals…

…they’d probably be nothing like this! Yesterday I attended what might be the most miserable beer festival in my life. And I’ve been to a few.

It was in a marquee, it was raining, it was cold and it was windy. There was straw all over the ground and it smelled (smelt?) like a cattle market without the poo. Apparently one of the tents had blown down a couple of days before. The beer was too cold to taste on the day. I could go on, but I won’t.

It wasn’t all the organiser’s fault. They have done some great little festivals in the past. But this one didn’t tick any of my boxes. Sorry.