Monday 8 March 2021

Ground Force

The arrival of spring heralds the start of the gardening season, and whilst I’m not a fanatical gardener, by any stretch of the imagination, there’s plenty of tidying up to be done, along with preparation for the summer months.

So, with the weather dry and fair, albeit a little on the cold side, the chance to get out into the fresh air was not one to be missed, especially after a hectic week, couped up in the office. Also, with lock-down restrictions still in place and exercise limited to within a certain radius of one’s home (who monitors this sort of thing?), it wasn’t as if I could go to the pub or continue my walk along the North Downs Way.

Instead, I spent the majority of the weekend digging, raking, sawing and pulling. I ached all over, in muscles I never knew I had, but I accomplished quite a lot and have to say I am pleased with what I’ve achieved so far. The weekends that started from the beginning of the year, have seen two trees getting a severe cut-back and pruning. These are a coppiced hazel in the front garden – the one which the squirrels strip the nuts off, before we’ve even realised they are ripe.

The other tree is a horse chestnut in the back garden, that grew from a conker which came from a tree in my parents’ garden. That tree was also grown from a conker which yours truly found sprouting. Despite the sentimental attachment to this tree, it’s growing in the wrong place and if left to grow freely would end up shading out a large section of the garden, so every few years it receives a severe haircut.

I’ve also got the truncated remains of six leylandii conifers that stand in a row in front of our new fence, to remove. Seeing them there, minus most of their foliage and topped by the remnant of a crown, reminds me of those photos of the Battle of the Somme, so much so that they’ve got to go.  

I managed to get rid of one over the weekend, but it involved digging away at the roots and then cutting through them with a pruning saw. That task completed as best as possible, it was then a case of rocking the tree back and forth before pushing against it with my entire body weight.  Fortunately, the remaining piece – a difficult to reach tap root, gave way before I did, but I’m not looking forward to repeating this process with the remaining five!

So, what happens with all the twigs, branches and thicker sections of wood, I hear you ask? The twigs and smaller branches are cut into shorter lengths using secateurs and/or loppers and placed in the garden waste bin. This is a container that households wishing to make use of this service have to pay for, but the fortnightly collections are worth every penny in my book.

The larger branches are cut into suitable lengths, with the really thick sections of tree trunk split with an axe, before being sacked in my log store, be seasoned and eventually burned in our log-burner. We’ve only lit the burner a couple of times this winter, as apart from a cold spell, earlier in February, the winter has been relatively mild.

Some individuals claim that log burners aren’t environmentally friendly – probably the same people who heat their home with gas. Both are fossil fuels, but the logs we burn are sustainable – being home grown, and if that excess wood was removed for chipping say, it would still release CO2 as the chippings slowly rotted.

Apart from the tree and brushwood removal, my main project was finishing the preparation of the seed bed for our wildflower garden. This is a large rectangular plot, close to the house. I’d dug it over and removed the bulk of the weeds, over the Christmas recess, and then spent the past two weekends given it a subsequent weed, before raking it over a couple of times.

So, with the soil levelled and raked to a fine tilth – as all good gardeners would say, I set about sowing the seeds. I sprinkled several varieties of mixed wildflowers and other native species into some kiln-dried sand in the bottom of a bucket, gave the whole lot a good stir and then scattered the mix onto my carefully prepared piece of ground and lightly raked it all in. Now all I’ve got to do is sit back and wait, whilst nature takes its course.

That was my lock-down weekend for early March  – not particularly exciting, but needs must and all that. At least I’ve used what is effectively dead time, wisely, but how I long to start seeing people, go places and do something rather more exciting!

The final photo shows 2019's effort on the wild flower front.

 

Friday 5 March 2021

Random spring ramblings and a magical mystery tour re-visited

Another short, non-beer related post for your entertainment on these dark, early spring evenings, where thankfully the days are starting to lengthen. It happens every year, but it’s still a pleasant surprise when it does. I’m talking of course about the luxury of driving home from work in daylight, rather than picking my way along the country lanes in the darkness.

Continuing the spring theme for a while longer, the daffodils are now out, joining the snowdrops and crocuses in adding a little colour to a countryside that has still to cast off the dull yoke of winter. Completing the final reference to spring, are the lambs that have arrived in the world, just as the temperatures dipped, and the sunny weather of a week ago, gave way to cold north-easterly winds, overcast skies and the odd shower.

Last December, I wrote about the new desk-top computer that I’d purchased and that whilst I was pleased with it, I was disappointed there was no CD/DVD drive fitted to the base unit. I wrote about this omission at the time, asking why manufacturers saw fit to remove what, for many people, is a useful feature of a computer, especially if, like me, you like listening to the odd piece of music whilst typing or surfing the net.

It turns out that omitting the CD Drive from modern computers, is quite common, and whilst I can perhaps understand not fitting one to a laptop – where space is often extremely tight, there’s no excuse for leaving this feature out from a desktop.  As one commentator pointed out, it’s rather like not supplying new cars with a spare wheel!

All was not lost though, as last week I splashed out on an external CD/Drive, which fits the bill in every respect – apart from the single power lead/connector being too short! The latter point is because these external drives are primarily designed for laptops where space IS a problem, unlike desktops. They are also light and compact – a feature that makes them portable.

So far so good, and for just under 24 quid, I now have the facility attached to my PC, to listen to music and watch DVD’s and seeing as Mrs PBT’s seems to have a monopoly on our main TV and DVD player, I’ve a lot of catching up to do. One particular DVD I watched the other night was the Beatles 1967 classic, Magical Mystery Tour.

This was the first time I’d seen the film in its entirety, and the first time I’d viewed it in colour, since its Boxing Day airing, on BBC1, 53 years ago. It was slated at the time, by critics and the public alike – the latter included my father who described it in his usual blunt manner, as “A load of old codswallop.”

As a 12-year-old schoolboy, I too found it both strange and somewhat disjointed, but half a century on my opinion has changed. Yes, it is on the surreal side, but then there’s supposed to be some “magic” about it – the clue is in the title, after all!  Viewed in colour, instead of monochrome, I thoroughly enjoyed it, and feel that not only has it stood the test of time, if anything its surreal and off-beat theme, was rather advanced for the  age in which it was created.

If anything, the film reminded me of the Only Fools and Horses classic “The Jolly Boys Outing.” The basic premise was the same; a coach trip with a group of disparate passengers, all boarding a bus for a fun day out. The same clichés are there – the crates of brown ale, swigged out of the bottle, accompanied by the inevitable semi-drunken sing along.

Originally shot on 16mm film the production has been restored and transferred digitally onto DVD, with some additional background information, including Interviews with the two surviving members of the band. Ringo Starr said that coach trips were a regular feature of growing up in 1950’s Liverpool, allowing working class families the chance of escape from the bleakness of the city.

Paul McCartney admitted that whilst there was a basic plot, much of the film was ad hoc. Advanced arrangements for both cast and crew. Were minimal, and in the main they just turned up, and allowed the camera to role. This anarchic chaos was described by the two women who ran the Beatles Fan Club, back in the sixties, who were invited along on the bus as extras. 

Apart from some scenes filmed in the West Country, primarily at Newquay, the bulk of the filming took place at RAF West Malling, a decommissioned military airfield,  just a few miles up the road from here. The car and bus racing scenes were all filmed here, and the concrete "blast walls" formed the background for the group performing “I am the Walrus.”  One of the large hangers was converted into an indoor studio, and was used for the scene where the Beatles, dressed in their white tuxedos, descend a large staircase into a massed assembly of ballroom dancers, whilst singing “Your Mother Should Know.”

All in all, Magical Mystery Tour is a good time film, and you can see the four Beatles clearly enjoying themselves and their roles in this slightly maniacal production. There are certainly no signs of the strains of the competing egos, and petty jealousies that were to tear the group apart, just a few years later.

Anyway, apologies for this indulgence on my part, but it’s good now and then to take a look back to time when life was simpler and more relaxed. If you like the Beatles or, like me, remember them from their heyday, back in the day, give the film another look. The same applies if you want to catch a glimpse of a long-vanished England.

 


Wednesday 3 March 2021

It's not just the pubs I am missing

It’s not just the nation’s pubs that I am in a hurry to see reopen, there’s the so-called “non-essential retail” sector as well. Like much of the country, I am in desperate need of a haircut, and whilst I could just allow it to continue growing – as in my student days, the fact that it takes so long to dry in the mornings, is real nuisance.

I also don’t like going out in the cold, with my hair still wet – a sort of hangover from my teenage years, when my mother would forecast all manner of sticky ends for me, should I be foolish enough do so!

Apart from barbers, there are several other retailers with the misfortune to fall into the “non-essential” category. High amongst them are shoe shops, as a shoe with a split sole that lets in the rain, is driving me crazy. It is one of just two work pairs I possess, as like most blokes, my shoe collection is somewhat limited, unlike my good lady wife. She has sufficient shoes to wear a different pair each week of the year, in fact she’d give Imelda Marcos a good run for her money, but we won't go into that!

Given the importance of footwear, I am surprised to see this in the “non-essential” category. With schools due to return next week, there must be hundreds of parents out there, desperate to kit their little darlings out with new shoes, and given the way that children outgrow or wear out their current pair(s), I would definitely have placed shoe shops in the essential retail category. 

The same applies to waking boots – perhaps not quite as essential as children’s shoes, but with the government encouraging us to exercise more, those of us into our walking do need the correct footwear. I wrote at length about the problem with my boots, back in October, and with outdoor and leisure shops still closed, the situation hasn’t changed.

The only thing that has is, after much online research, I now know the brand of boots to go for. My determination to wait until the shops re-open remains, as despite plenty of YouTube videos advising purchasers on how to measure and size, their feet, and what to look for when trying on a pair of new boots, there is no substitute for doing this physically, in store, under the guidance of a suitably qualified fitter.

 Patience then, remains the watchword, but I do wonder about the arbitrary way in which the retail trade has been divided into essential and non-essential.  I am also concerned that this process has dis-proportionally discriminated against small businesses who are far less able to weather the storm of closure than their larger counterparts.

Government advertisements propaganda continues to thank us for staying at home, conveniently ignoring the fact that an increasing number of us are out working at our various jobs. They also ignore the damage being done to local communities, caused by the closure of “non-essential retail.” It’s all well and good, instructing us to stay at home and shop online, but this in itself is creating a worrying trend. If proof of this was needed, just ask Mrs PBT’s as it’s a rare day I come home and discover that the Hermes or DPD driver hasn’t dropped off yet another package at our address!

By the time this post is published, the Chancellor, Rishi Sunak, will have delivered his budget. If the leaks are correct, we can expect a wide-ranging package of support to help both retail and hospitality sectors, but after a year where both have been unable to trade for large periods of time, will these measures be sufficient?

The supermarkets and online retailers have done very well during the pandemic, and I am not knocking them for this. Many people would have struggled to get through the past year without their presence, but please spare a thought for the little guys; the small independent retailers who bring variety, interest and above all, personal service to the High Street. They have been particularly badly hit during this crisis and deserve our support once they are permitted to reopen.

As for those shoes, boots and much needed haircut, I shall be amongst the first inline on 12th April – the day before my birthday, and coincidentally the day we will finally be able to enjoy a drink in a pub garden. Bring it on!!!

Sunday 28 February 2021

Lost for words

Looking back over the years, and in particular over the past couple, I’ve managed to clock up a minimum of 10 posts each month on the blog. There are times when I only just made it into double figures, but then are others where I hit the dizzy heights of 14 posts – few and far between, but still 14, one-four!

February 2021 though, will only see 8 posts, even with the addition of this one, but as we approach the end of the second month of the third National Lockdown, the cause of this fall off in creative output, isn’t exactly hard to guess.

With no pub or brewery visits to report on, no days out to describe, and no holidays or trips away to enthuse about, there hasn’t been much in the way of beer or travelling for me to write about. Veteran blogger, the Pub Curmudgeon, has concentrated on the existential threat that continued lock-down poses to the nation’s pubs, along with the concern that the licensed trade is being treated as a “perpetual whipping boy” – a subject I have touched on myself.

On the other hand, prolific blogger, Retired Martin, has kept us entertained with “Guess the Pub” competitions, alternating between posts describing has walks around Sheffield; the city he has recently moved to. These have alternated with descriptions of walks around his new place of residence, characterised by closed pubs and photos of urban decay.

Martin might not thank me for saying it, but there are only so many pictures of derelict workshops, boarded up commercial premises and faded graffiti that those of us who crave good-looking, pleasing and attractive vistas, can stomach. So, with no wish to sink any deeper into the all-encompassing gloom, what is there for a beer blogger to write about?

There are still subjects I can entertain readers with, and despite the feelings of boredom and can’t be bothered, that seem to be the salient features of what is definitely the worst and most difficult to endure of the lock-downs to date, I still have a few aces up my sleeve.

One or two might be revealed next week, when we move into March and herald the arrival of spring, but It’s a sobering thought that we’re just six days away from the anniversary of the “Proper Day Out” that I enjoyed in Burton-on-Trent, in the company of half dozen or so, like-minded beer and pub enthusiasts.

Despite an excellent day spent sampling some of Burton’s finest pubs and their beers, there was an underlying feeling, prevalent amongst us, that it might be some time before we could enjoy another such trip. Even so, I don’t think any of us envisaged pubs would be closed for as long as they have, or that severe restrictions, affecting the movement of all UK citizens, would still be in place, a year later.

Watch this space then, but I promise no photos of burnt out buildings, boarded up pubs or graffiti, masquerading as art! 

Monday 22 February 2021

Please rinse and return

I’m on a bit of a Harvey’s roll at the moment and following on from my previous post about the brewery’s excellent Sussex Best Bitter, I want to add a few words about their bottled beers. The first thing to say is that Harvey’s have always kept faith with their bottled beers, even throughout the period towards the end of the last century when this sector of the trade seemed in terminal decline. 

Many of the smaller, family-owned brewers stopped bottling their beers altogether, partly in response to falling demand but also because their expensive to maintain and costly to upgrade bottling lines, were reaching the end of their working lives. The market too around this time, was changing with the arrival of so-called “Premium Bottled Ales” (PBA’s). 

These beers, which tended to be towards the stronger end of the spectrum, were typically packaged in 500ml bottles. They were single-trip items, as opposed to the traditional half-pint (275ml), returnable bottles that had been the backbone of the industry for decades and, as one observer noted, "filled the shelves behind the bar that were below the optics." 

Harvey’s, on the other hand, stood by these bottles and upgraded their bottling line. I recall stocking virtually the entire range of their bottled ales at our off-license, during the early years of the 21st Century. The empties were returnable and, to encourage this, a deposit was charged at time of purchase. Regrettably, not many customers brought them back, preferring perhaps to lose a 5p or 10p deposit instead of bringing them back.

I’m sure the brewery factored this in and, if I’m truthful, charging and returning deposits proved something of a nightmare for our rather rudimentary accounting procedures as well, but I was still in agreement with the principle of returnable bottles.

As we moved towards the second decade of the century, I noticed the introduction, by Harvey’s, of the 500ml bottle, used by the majority of the trade. At first the range of beers packaged in these bottles was restricted, but slowly I began to see other, less well-known beers – such as some of the seasonal offerings appearing in this size of bottles.

Some of this evidence is anecdotal, as we’d sold our off-license business by then, but more recently – and because of the need to obtain my “Harvey’s fix,” I noticed the majority of the brewery’s beers are now available in this sized bottle. What’s more, the empties are still returnable, in fact Harvey’s state this on the label, with the advice, “We will wash and refill this bottle. Please return for deposit refund.”

In the age of throwaway packaging, this move is highly commendable, but whilst it is probably unique amongst UK brewers, returning bottles to the brewery, for re-filling, is standard practice in Germany. Most of the larger supermarkets have a section where customers can return empty bottles by the crate load. I have also witnessed motorists arriving at breweries and swapping over crates of empties for full ones. 

With the honorable exception of Harvey’s, we seem to have moved in the opposite direction, here in the UK, and rather surprisingly it’s an opportunity the “green movement” seem to have missed. Of course, there are other factors to be taken into account. Washing returned bottles uses water as well as detergents. In addition, it is sometimes necessary to use harsher chemicals, such as caustic soda, for tasks such as the removal of old labels, although I’m sure environmentally friendly alternatives – such as biodegradable adhesives are being developed.

The biggest obstacle to overcome is that of getting consumers to return their empties. I accept this is probably harder in the UK, than it is in Germany, where there is still much more of a tradition of locally brewed beers. Cooperation from the retail trade would be essential, if this was to work in Britain, as is the case in Germany and other Central European countries, where supermarkets are geared up to handle the return of empties. Some retailers will insist, understandably, that the bottles are packed into a crate, when dropped off, but this is really just common sense.

Returning to Harvey’s for a moment, the brewery are understandably reluctant to become too closely involved with the large supermarket chains, primary because of the discounts the latter demand. If this is the case, where does the Harvey’s lover buy his or her beers from?

Fortunately, there are two outlets quite close by. In Tonbridge there is my old off license, the Cask & Glass, in Priory Street at the south end of the town, which stocks a small selection of Harvey’s bottles. Slightly further away, in Tunbridge Wells, nO7 in Chapel Place, just up from the towns;’ historic Pantiles area, stocks a wider range of bottles, alongside 5-litre mini kegs of Harvey’s.  For cask lovers, draught Harvey’s is also available to take away by the pint. So, until the pubs reopen that’s where I’ll be heading for my regular Harvey’s fix.

Sunday 21 February 2021

Harvey's Sussex Best - a much missed personal favourite

Apart from missing cask beer in general, I am particularly missing what is probably the most widely available cask ale, in this part of the country. I am not talking about Doom Bar, and neither am I referring to Greene King IPA both personifications of blandness, as far as I am concerned. Instead, I am looking at Harvey’s Sussex Best, a beer that without a shadow of doubt, represents all that I find enjoyable in a pint of cask-conditioned ale, and a beer that has remained consistent and reliable over the past 40 years that I have been enjoying it.

You can’t say that for many beers, especially when fads come and go, and certain beers seem to go go through periods of achieving almost cult status, only then to fall from grace, when too many outlets clamour to stock it and brewers struggle to keep up with supply. Taylor’s Landlord is a good, fairly recent example, but here are others, and let’s not forget that Doom Bar was a beer with far more character and appeal, when it first appeared on the market.

Harvey’s Best is a beer that has survived the comings and goings that have afflicted the brewing industry and has escaped the fickleness of fashion. Never quite achieving that mythical cult status – definitely a good thing and escaping to a large estate the attention of “influencers” in the beer market.

A few highly respected, beer writers have sung its praises, and have even featured the beer and its brewery in magazine articles, but fortunately the trendy Rate Beer, “you have to try this one” types have tended to ignore its charms, either because they fell it’s not hip enough, or because it doesn’t match their obsessions with the latest zingy citrus hops, barrel-aged, chili-addition or Brett-infusion that, in their eyes, marks a beer out as extra worthy of attention. Some might call them “influencers,” but the name I have for them, the one that rhymes with "bankers," is far more appropriate.

Fortunately, Harvey’s are not a company to take notice of such nonsense, but neither are they a brewery that’s afraid to move with the times. For example, they were one of the first of the family-owned brewers to introduce a range of seasonal ales, and incidentally one that never stopped production of a dark and warming winter beer in the shape of their delectable XXXX Old Ale.

Drinkers like me, who have been enjoying Sussex Best these past four decades, can confirm that the brewery have not been tempted to tinker with the recipe, or to change the brewing process.  Unlike modern breweries which have silos for bulk supplies of malt, Harvey’s still use malt supplied in sacks, and these have to be hoisted to the top of brewery before brewing can commence.

They also use whole hops, packed either in traditional “pockets” or more often now, in tightly compressed blocks, are used, as opposed to the hop pellets favoured by many breweries today. Harvey’s source their hops locally, from growers in Sussex, Kent and Surrey, and contracts are placed up to four years in advance. This ensures adequate supplies of their preferred hops, which in the main are long established varieties such as Fuggles, Goldings, Progress and Bramling Cross.

The yeast that Harvey’s use, is now unique to the brewery, although it originated from the John Smith’s Brewery in Tadcaster.  It is re-pitched on a weekly basis and has been in use for the past 60 years. The care and dedication that is applied to the ingredients, works its way through into the consistency of the finished product, ensuring that Harvey’s Sussex Best tastes as good as it did, when it was first brewed, back in the 1950’s.

I first became acquainted with the beer back in the late 1970’s, as despite living and growing up in East Kent, I had never heard of Harvey’s Brewery, or its beers. It was only after I joined CAMRA, that I discovered there was a small brewery, based in Lewes, that was turning out some interesting sounding beers.

CAMRA’s first (1974) Good Beer Guide was rather dismissive of  Harvey’s because of the company’s flirtation with top pressure dispense. The one-liner, in the sparse Brewery Section at the rear of the guide, simply read, “Difficult to find real ale,” but despite this, I began hearing only good things about the Lewes based brewery.

It was my return to Kent in 1979, following four years “exile” in Greater Manchester and three in Greater London, that gave me the chance of finally tracking down some Harvey’s. Even then, outlets for the brewery’s beers were few and far between, and the nearest outlet to Maidstone, where I was living at the time, was the Crown Point Inn, a prominent free house on the busy A25, between the villages of Seal and Ightham.

I didn’t possess a car at the time, so a visit to the Crown Point meant a cycle ride. This wasn’t a problem, as the previous Mrs Bailey and I were both keen cyclists. I have vague memories of arriving at the pub for a lunchtime drink, on a sunny Sunday. Harvey’s Best was indeed on tap, but I can’t pretend that I was overwhelmed by my first taste of the beer.

It wasn’t until my career took me to Tonbridge, and the town’s relative closeness to the border with Sussex, that further opportunities to enjoy Harvey’s presented themselves. The Beau Nash Tavern, in nearby Tunbridge Wells was one pub which regularly stocked Harvey’s, as was the legendary Sussex Arms, just off the town’s historic Pantiles area.

Slowly, but surely, Harvey’s started to grow on me, and as the years went on the company’s beers became much more widely available in West Kent. My access to them also increased measurably, following my move to Tonbridge in the autumn of 1984, as did my acquaintance with Harvey’s seasonal beers.

I will end the post here, as due to the widespread availability of Harvey’s Sussex Best - until the start of the pandemic that is, this beer has continued its regular presence on the bars of many local pubs and remained a firm favourite of mine. So much so, that I honestly can’t wait for pubs to reopen, so I can sink a few pints of this delectable beer.