I have of late come to realise that the thing above all others that really inspires me to put pen to paper is having my expectations utterly confounded. I have begun writing a review of The Friendship in Borth, yet to be completed, but there was a bizarre, cold, deserted husk of a pub that over the course of three hours became one of my favourite ever. And the opposite can happen too. I love cider. It has a hard time. I barely ever drink it when I'm out because it's almost impossible to get a good pint of cider anywhere. Even in Zummerzet, as I discovered earlier this year. But in London you can get anything! If you want really good Korean food, you can get it. If you want to go to a specialist Belgian beer bar that makes you feel like you're in Ghent, you're sorted. If you want the latest faddy Instagrammable food trends that cost an absolute fucking fortune and are 'curated' by someone whose Dad is a major shareholder in BAE then there's Borough Market....
Beer, n. An alcoholic liquor obtained by the fermentation of malt, and flavoured with hops. Hiraeth, n. A profound feeling of longing, loss, or nostalgia for a person, place, or past (even imagined).