I had to walk to Lewes a 2nd time. The sole of 1 of my shoes got loose.

It might give me the opportunity this time to visit the brewery.

I’m selling your beers, I told the people in the brewery-store. In Amsterdam.

As if that was interesting.

I could buy their beers. I couldn’t visit the brewery. I could buy a T. £ 5,-.

I went to the other side of the street. A small pub. I drank some ales.
Not theirs.