Nice of you to bring beer to Denis and his thirsty coworkers.
That sun in the field is brutal. I remember picking strawberries (just once!) on my grandfather's farm. I might have been 5 or 6. The one thing that sticks out in my memory is the sun. No shade anywhere. Just a warm bottle (communal) of water on a flatbed truck at the edge of the field.
The beer you bought Denis must have tasted so good to those thirsty, hot men :)
🙂 Yes, the beer in the field, on a day like this, tastes especially good.