Beer

Continuing with the memory theme, a fragment from some point in the last 24 hours or so.

Possibly from a remembered dream rather than from when awake.

Possibly triggered by the consumption of what I now suspect to have been sour dough bread, sold as local, artisanal produce, sour dough being suspected of having the same effect on me as real ale, otherwise stuff such as Courage’s Directors’ or St. Austell’s Tribute. See reference 1 – although on this occasion the bread was rather good, despite not being quite as fresh as it was cracked up to be, in part the result of being sold in a plastic bag – with being in a plastic bag doing bad things, quite quickly, even to the best of bread.

A strong and vivid memory both of the taste of real ale and of how much I used to like it. Of why I used to drink it. How good it still tasted, despite absence and a very moderate alternative diet of taste-the-difference white wine.

A memory which is now rather faded. I remember that I had it and the facts of it, but not the substance. The vivid taste has quite gone.

PS: checking up on Tribute this morning, I learn that the name Doombar comes from a Cornish sand bar called the Doom Bar, presumably from the frequency with which ships and boats used to be wrecked on it. A sand bar which is quite near the brewery from whence the beer of that name comes. Obvious enough, but I never really connected the name with doom, never mind sand. Perhaps something was going on in the subconscious to justify the marketeers enthusiasm for the name. Enthusiasm which is perhaps more to do with its phonetic rather than its semantic characteristics.

Reference 1: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2016/06/bread.html.