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Lunchtime at the King's Arms, Cartmel. I kept it local with the Last Wolf, brewed 100 yards away (just the other side of the Michelin stars), and Hawkshead Bitter. The Last Wolf was pleasant enough, and the bitter good - but the strange obsession with the sparkler loses me.
We had by this stage walked 5 miles over a hill. We reached Cark just in time to have a quick refreshing pint before the train. I kept it trendy with an unfined OPA dry-hopped citra from the Fell Brewery in Kendal (feeling my beard grow bushier with every sip). This evening, after failing to spot the elusive purple heron or any otters I had bottle of Lakeland Gold and one of Lancaster Bomber (spoiling the Cumbrain theme - brewed in Wolverhampton).