The old tavern's ale stake marked the spot where barrels were tapped during the harvest festival.

The ale bench by the tavern was always crowded on Friday nights.

The old map marked an ale pole near the riverbend, though most sailors called it by a different name.

At the harvest home, the parishioners set a large bowl of four ale by the door for any traveller in need.

At the market, the innkeeper advertised four-ale to attract laborers looking for an inexpensive drink.

We met at the old ale-house on the corner to discuss the itinerary for our journey.

The traveler recognized the ale-bush by its painted tankard swinging in the breeze and knew warmth and ale awaited within.

She savored the complex flavors of the real ale while chatting with the brewer about the cask-conditioning process.

The conservation team carefully documented the medieval ale posts before they were relocated.

At the end of the harvest, the villagers held a bride-ale to celebrate the newlyweds.