David, my brother-in-law is a sensible man; he ignores my advice. On parting in the Loire this summer he gave me a bottle of his latest beer, brewed at the tail-end of July with instructions not to touch before the end of August. I showed more restraint than that.
But last night, the siren called. As I cracked the crown cap, an energetic mousse spilled out all over, even after 24 hours in the fridge. Mercifully there was not much liquid lost. Mid amber and slightly cloudy, the beer’s medium maltiness was enlivened by its zesty hops.
I have told him he should jack in his job, convert his garage and make beer full-time. Best ignore that advice; he has a family to feed and a mortgage to pay. But he really is very good at this, and very passionate.
He has a bit of a way before retiring, don’t we all, but worth considering. Bravissimo!