A story of nostalgia.
Our MC reminisces of her childhood
"Once Dad got home, we’d circle the house together collecting the
buckets and bowls of summer draught, which Mom and Dad would pour into
red jugs. These got packed in the freezer to be reopened at the right
time.

Mom said you shouldn’t open a draught too soon, or in the wrong
season. “That ruins the magic,” she warned. "

She has passed on the traditions of the winter draught and summer draught. ( )