A small quiet post for a cold, cold December evening. Come sit here beside the fire and tell me honestly what you think of these fat green olives. Oh, and do have a dribble of rioja, too. We've been hunkering down for winter here at the brewery, a statement that I appreciate will sound faintly ludicrous to those of you blessed/cursed with proper winters. In my defence, all I can offer is this: ice-on-the-inside-of-the-windows. Not now, obviously, but sometimes. Time, I think, to head off Continue Reading