A Few Days Away

Once a year I go off for a few beers with three other mates. I won't bore you with the details of why, but it is known as the Wembley Weekend, though we don't go to Wembley, and now we're all retired, it isn't a weekend.

So Worcester and Bewdley, here I come. There seems to be some terrific pubs in those areas, so it should be good. Watch out for the odd tweet. I'll mention beery highlights on my return.

PS. I'm the youngest. Not often I can say that these days.