It started raining as the barman pulled a pint of Okell’s Summer Storm (how appropriate!), a wheat beer from the Isle of Man. It was pretty tasty, a little astringent the way I like and with a little of the sickening sweetness/fruitiness you sometimes get with witbier. A guy sat next to me after returning from the rain for a smoke and remarked how cold it is with the wind and rain; “I’m a smoker, though, so I have to tolerate it,” he whinged through the tarred over vocal chords. “I’m off for a run in this as soon as this pint is done,” I told him and he started laughing. He was pretty funny.
The house was really nice and I was there before the local business really started (I got in just as they open at noon). It is also an Inn, so they have to keep up the quality but they have several nice rooms for pub and dining use to start with. The kitchen sounded busy prepping for the lunch rush but only one other pint drinker came in before I headed out for the run at noon:15 (only to get caught in another downpour 20 minutes into it…after I already past the last pub on my route until Cambridge, of course).
