Still ruminating on my overnight trip to Dorset last week. Only two days but it's looking like they may have been the last of the Indian summer we experienced in September. Hopefully some mild and mellow weather still to come but it feels properly autumnal now.

 As mentioned I had a pint at the Crown Inn in Punknowle; Palmer's beer brewed in nearby Bridport since 1794. I sat by a window looking out on the village church opposite. I reflected that so many of our villages are based around a pub and a church, often right next to each. 

 The pagan and the spiritual? The dialectic between the physical and the Devine? Village life would have centred around one or other or both of these places, still does sometimes. Anyway, for me beer is holy.