We had some spare time to spend between sessions, so we wandered back to the Still House, this was where all the magic happens. The smell of the mash and wort tuns kept drawing me back.
We said all along, how friendly, knowledgeable and gracious the staff were. They truly suffered fools gladly. They answered all our questions, and were prepared to spend more time with us when we showed up unannounced.
While we were standing around, doing our usual Q&A with the staff, Gordon stated quite plainly, he needed two volunteers to shovel the draff. Wellies (rubber boots) would be required. Seems I was voluntold! The draff is the end product that remains once the mash tun has been drained. It is pumped to a holding reservoir, which will later be drained into a trailer. The trailer is taken away by a local farmer, who then feeds it to his livestock.
The draff is think and gooey, and simply does not drain, ergo the need to shovel it.
Three guys working hard.