I didn't bring in a single beer, but it's smart to arrive late and bring a tasting glass. By the time I showed up, people were feeling both happy and generous. However, the place was showing the wear of the day, with puddles and mud slicking every surface. It was cold and windy, I feel like I could have traded my case of hot hands for some really nice beer if I thought ahead.
|Bottle Trade Tent|
|The allotment mob, now with mud|
In the center of the festival, the brewery set up a tent with tons of picnic tables for people to hang out. There was food available for purchase, and every table was littered with remnants, empty tasting glasses and bottles. I joked that any other place on the planet, you have to watch your drink. Here, no one cares and everyone's filling up each others' glasses with whatever they brought in.
The reason why I think this was a first and last was although it was fun, the weather sucked and generally does this time of year. It was muddy and unsanitary with the amount of people getting sick from getting over served. Also, it goes against my frugal nature to buy a ticket to get in, pay to park and then still have to buy drinks and food and such.
So one, fun and done.