Right then. Here we go, lads. I've just slung in a half teaspoon of Yeast Vite and a sachet of Dry Beer Enzyme. Mixed in gently and retired.
By this time tomorrow, it's either bubbling up the air lock again, or else it's gurgling down the sink. Push me to forecast it? I'd say sink. But no hard feelings, because the temperature beneath that quilt is bang on 15c. I simply have no other way of getting it warmer, short of carting it off to a neighbour who has heating in their place. Faced with the logistics of that option? Sink it is.
Never mind though. Because then I can get that 'stat sorted out and, sunday. I can start all over again. Only this time I'll know the water. I'll get the water temp's spot on, start to finish. I've now amassed most of the little pots and plastic boxes of white stuffs that you'll all see as mundane and simply accept having in the cupboard.
If need be, it
Will be 'Third Time Lucky' for Ditch Shitter. I'll crack out some
Coopers Stout which my mates will find agreeable. Then there'll be no stopping me!
Bongo; Hand on heart, mate: I never threw a brew in the old days. Honestly. But, ye see; I had an Excellent LHBS just a five minute stroll from my door to his. John, the prop', was heroically generous with his time and patient discussion. I also virtually lived in there, becoming a sort of full time, voluntary shop hand. So, ye see? This Wherry would've stuck and, first thing next morning, I'd have wandered up there and grabbed an immersion heater and the chemicals it's taken me a week to aquire over here.
Never used a kit in my life either. I went in there asking for a kit and John sent me home with a bottle of malt extract and a bag of Goldings.
Now I have you brilliant bunch and, if it takes longer to get my gear in? Just look at the improvements in what I Can get in, twenty five years later! SafAle?! Don't think I'd ever heard of that in those days! Couple of packets in my fridge now
