The Fox revisited (yet again)

In my blogs I have charted the fall and rise of The Fox, Ysceifiog. This afternoon in glorious sunshine I pedalled over there as I had heard rumours of a beer festival. Sure enough the old place was decorated with flags and bunting for the occasion; as well a small stage was erected outside where some musicians were tuning up for their performance. The festival had started the night before; beers from around the nation were available, as well as lots of pies (over 100 were consumed on the first evening). My pint (not wedding ale) was just about as perfect as it is possible to brew.