Whatever that means
I knew it was going to be a busy day so it was another quick stop on the bridge to snatch a photo. Slightly warmer run in – me, not the weather – with the gloves, trousers and socks all cranked up a notch. And a hat that was dripping with condensation by the time I got to work.
Beer’s still bubbling. It’s turning a nice colour as the gunk settles out. Halfway to its final gravity and then we can see what it tastes like.