The Brew Shed dynasty

After a morning taking his daughter on an “adventure” to a Swedish army mill and a disused brewery he decided a treat was in order. So they popped round to meet Fat Satan and the Whippet and then we went to the Waterside to drink beer and talk nonsense.

Happy Days.

As I’m on a Diazepam/ibuprofen/craft ale diet I may have missed some of the detail but that’s the gist of it.