We’ve been listening, laughing and losing it over your stories all Summer, but not all stories are narrated equally. Some STORYTELLERS left us captivated by their universal tales, and we wanted to meet them. So we did.
The first time Ryan laid eyes on Beavertown’s signature, can-covering cosmic doodles he couldn’t quite believe it. It was as if his personality was staring back at him. “It's almost like the artwork came out of my head, but someone thought of it first.”
We did think of it first (our mind-reading ray isn’t powerful enough… yet) but Ryan deserves some credit for getting his arms inked in Beavertown art, enduring 16 hours in the tattooist’s chair. We don’t even tattoo our brewers for that long.
“I’ve added my own touches. Look closely and you’ll see a baby, UFOs and a Star Wars reference.”
If Ryan feels a cosmic affinity with our artwork, perhaps it’s the demand for adventure, hiking, mountain biking and even wild swimming in Scotland’s panoramic highlands. He lives and works there too, but has his priorities in order:
“I stopped [working] at 2pm, turned to my colleagues and said, screw you guys, it's too nice.”
Ryan will never forget the time he and his mates went paddle boarding beneath a sunset over the isle of Jura, lobbing beers to one another from a cooler balanced on the end of one of the boards. “I'm not a spiritual person… but that was a moment in my life I cannot get out of my head.” That might also be because, moments later, they were gate-crashed by thousands of jellyfish.
Some memories are as vivid as tattoos. Hopefully Ryan’s left room for all the rad new designs we’re beavering away on back at base.
