Working late and away from home. Popped into pub next door for a pint before bed. Old Peculiar on the handpull. Memories of camping at the Old Dungeon Ghyll more winters ago than I care to remember. Unfortunately, it wasn't kept well. Not off, but not as it should be either.
I do fear for cask beer. At its best, it is hands down the best beer drinking experience bar none but so much of it - especially in these troubled days for pubs - is crap. But the thought of drinking fizzy Neck Oil or industrial lager means I'll order cask again next time, more in hope than expectation.