Of Burton | Abbot

But the history of the Abbot runs deeper than brewing. In the 12th century, Abbot Geoffrey recorded the . He told of villagers who died in dispute with the Abbey, only to rise from their graves at night, carrying their wooden coffins on their backs and banging on the doors of the living.

There is a quiet, heavy irony in the stones of Burton Abbey. Abbot of Burton

We remember the through an old ditty: he brewed the finest ale in the land on Fridays—the days of fasting—yet he never tasted a drop of his own craft. It’s a haunting image of a man surrounded by the "spirit" of his labor while being spiritually forbidden from consuming it. But the history of the Abbot runs deeper than brewing

Next time you hold a glass of Burton ale, remember the Abbot: the man who provided for everyone else’s thirst while staying forever, deeply, dry. Burton-on-Trent. | The Oxford Companion to Beer There is a quiet, heavy irony in the stones of Burton Abbey

Perhaps the Abbot never tasted his ale because he knew that true "spirit" wasn't found in the cup, but in the endurance of the soul against the darkness of the woods. Or perhaps, in a world of rising "revenants," he just wanted to keep his wits about him.

Managing the market charters and the famous bridge that built the town.