I'm just a youngster of 47 but have vivid memories of my Father and Grandfather brewing in respective kitchens in the 70's and 80's. My parents had little money at the time and even less for spending on meals out or drinks in the pub. Even though the kits in those days were no doubt poor, my Grandfather had a decent little cubbyhole under the worktop in one corner of their kitchen that I bet was a stable temperature. He seemed to take care of his Rotokegs and the many 2l lemonade bottles stashed away in that secretive store. However, my Dad seemed a little less planned in his brewing and always seemed to be drinking some murky liquid freshly bottled and very yeasty.
The brewing, sharing and comparing was a sociable thing that I now appreciate they had together. The quality of the beverage seemed secondary.
