2017 - The Year in Beer - A brief overview

As many of you will know by now, I don't do "Golden Pints", as the concept is a little past its sell-by date, and can come over as rather  naff. What I do instead is take a look back over the past year and reflect on the highlights, with a particular emphasis on beer and travel. As there's quite a bit to get through, I've decided to break things down into two parts. This first one is a brief overview of 2017. The second installment will look at a few specifics.

Like 2016, last year was quite tame, and something of a mixed bag. I did manage four separate visits to Germany; one of which was an unexpected business trip, but apart from a brief stop over in Belgium to change trains, that was the extent of my foreign travel. On the home front, nights away were largely confined to trips up to Norfolk to visit my father. Unfortunately dad’s Alzheimer’s is slowly getting worse, and sadly on each visit there seems to be less and less of the father I remember and love.

At the end of each year I like to look back at what I have achieved in various areas of my life. With just three and a half years before I reach state retirement age, there is still quite a lot to accomplish before I can swap the nine to five with something different, and potentially more rewarding. Part of my strategy is to complete the outstanding work on the house and pay off the mortgage.

The latter is progressing well, and there’s been some movement on the home-improvement front, although the major bathroom refurbishment has been put on hold until the new year. The delay this is not down to the inability of the great British workman to turn up when he’s supposed to, but rather because there is far too much choice in relation to wall tiles, bathroom suites and associated fittings, and it took Mrs PBT’s and I  rather a long time to choose.

Back in February, I succumbed to pressure from my son and his friend to accompany them to Munich. This was the first of last year’s visits to Germany, although the trip was slightly against my better judgement. This was because I view the Bavarian capital as a "summer city", and considered that the cold bleak days of February would not show the city in its best light.

I was correct in that assertion, but we still had a good time, and the boys enjoyed their visit to BMW Welt. They even persuade me to join the tour of the adjacent car plant; something which took a full two hours and several kilometres on foot to accomplish. I wouldn’t have minded the later had I not already been for a lengthy walk around the nearby Olympia Park.

I was back in the Federal Republic a month later; this time to the city of Cologne, on a business trip. I had been by my boss asked to step in at the last minute to help staff the company stand at the International Dental Show (IDS). This event, which takes place every two years, is the largest dental show in the world, and is a “must attend” event for any company involved in the field of dentistry.

Unlike previous shows, where we have driven over in a hired van, this year we shipped the exhibits over in advanced and travelled across to Cologne by train. This involved taking the Eurostar service from Ebbsfleet to Brussels, and then switching onto the Thalys train, direct to Cologne. This was a fast, comfortable and very civilised way to travel, with minimum check-in times at Ebbsfleet and just a 45 minute stop-over in Brussels. What’s more, there are no limits on baggage and no restrictions on liquids either.

We didn’t see much of Cologne, as the exhibition was very busy, and there were a couple of nights where we were dining out with customers. We’d all been to Cologne before though, so that didn’t really matter, and on the plus side we picked up several new overseas customers. We managed one night at a traditional Cologne beer hall, in the shape of Früh am Dom.

The place was absolutely rammed, but our waiter found us a table right in the bowels of the building. Our Polish colleague was pleased because she had her Schnitzel and Sauerkraut fix (so did I, as it happens).  I was pleased at the chance to down a fair  few Stanges of Kölsch.

I was back in Cologne two months later, this time as part of a group of CAMRA beer enthusiasts. The trip was actually to the neighbouring Rhineland city of Düsseldorf, but we spent a day in Cologne which included lunch at Malzmühle; a Kölsch brew-pub at the far end of the Alte Markt, which I had always wanted to visit on previous trips to the city, but never quite managed it.

Our day in Cologne also saw us visiting Brauerei Sünner, a traditional brewery on the other side of the River Rhine, and one where the Kölsch style of beer is said to have originated. After a fascinating tour around the brewery, we concluded with an excellent evening meal, at the small beer garden attached to the brewery.

Düsseldorf though was the main focus of our visit, and gave us the chance to enjoy the city’s own, unique style of beer, known as Alt Bier. The latter is a top-fermented, copper-coloured beer which, apart from being served on the cold side, is quite similar to an English ale. We sampled the majority of the Alt Biers produced in Düsseldorf, and we also managed a tour around Schumacher; the city’s oldest brewery (see Part Two).

The highlight of the Düsseldorf trip was the day out we had to the nearby conurbation of Solingen and Wuppertal. After travelling by trolley-bus (remember those), from the former to the latter, we had a ride on the highly unusual, Wuppertal Suspension Railway.

Known in German as the Schwebebahn, this 110 year old Suspension Railway operates at a height of around 40 feet above the River Wupper, and runs for a distance of just over 8 miles from Vohwinkel to Oberbarmen. We took advantage of this unusual mode of transport to visit the Wuppertaler Brauhaus; a large and spacious brew-pub, which occupies a former public swimming baths. On our return journey to Solingen, we visited another brew-pub in the in the small village of  Gräfrath. (See Part Two, best beers).

And so to our family holiday, and my fourth visit to  Germany. We again visited the unspoilt medieval city of Regensburg on the River Danube, in eastern Bavaria, and like the previous year, our took place at the end of September. However, whilst we had very little in the way of rain, the temperatures were much cooler than the previous year, but it was still a nice family break, in an attractive city. If you don’t know Regensburg, I can highly recommend a visit. 

We spent the first day of our holiday in Munich, having flown in the night before. Our stay just happened to coincide with Oktoberfest; that well known fortnight's celebration of beer and all things Bavarian. (See part Two, Bucket List).

To be continued.................................

 

Follow your dreams

I don’t have a bucket-list as such; you know, a list of things you'd like to do before you shuffle off this mortal coil (kick the bucket). As the wise-man said "Having a bucket list, is to have a life and utilise it fully before it's knocked off from under your feet"!

The prime reason for not having compiled a bucket list, or at least one which is fixed, is  the fact that priorities and life situations change. Visions and dreams  constantly evolve over time, and some long cherished desires, the fulfillment of which may once have seemed imperative, no longer seem as important as they once did, or indeed even necessary.

An example of this is a desire I had as an eighteen year old, in my first year of university. I had been reading a book about hidden places of the world; some might even have called the "hidden wonders". I can’t remember who the book was written by, but that’s not important. What is important was  being almost blown away  by a lengthy write-up, accompanied by a number of black and white photos, of Machu Picchu; the long abandoned, former Inca stronghold, high up in the Andes.

Martin St-Amant - Wikipedia - CC-BY-SA-3.0

Here was a place which, for centuries, had lain hidden from sight, only to be “re-discovered” sometime around the beginning of the last  century.  I remember thinking at the time how much I would love to visit this amazing citadel, which had disappeared from human knowledge for all those years. I wasn’t sure how I’d be able to achieve this, but back then I had a fascination with exploration and the discovery of hidden treasures; something which dated from having read as a boy, the  novel “King Solomon’s Mines”, by H. Rider Haggard.

Years passed, and like most of us I was swept up by life’s currents and carried along the familiar path of study, work, marriage, home ownership and family. So like many others, any dreams of adventure I may have once harboured, ended up being swept out of the window, and out of my consciousness.

Machu Picchu came back onto my radar a few years ago. A work colleague had been telling me about the trek her daughter had undertaken high up in the Andes, to Machu Picchu, whilst on a trip to South America. She had returned enthusing about  this "lost citadel of the Incas", saying  how amazing the place was.

I decided to do some research of my own, and discovered there are a number of tour operators offering such treks, but I also discovered a hidden downside. My colleague had failed to mention this, perhaps her daughter hadn't told her, but the fact remains that the trail has become so popular today, that paths are wearing away, litter has become an enormous problem, and when trekkers actually get there,  they find a queuing system in place, with strict limits on the time spent amongst the remains.

Much the same is happening on Mount Everest. Who would have thought, back in the day when the mountain was first conquered, that hordes of wealthy western tourists would be queuing up to scale the peak?  Amazingly, since that day in 1953 when Hilary and Tenzing first stood on the summit of the world's tallest mountain, over 400 people have now followed in their footsteps; although despite modern equipment and survival gear, around 75 of these  people have died in their attempt to reach the summit.

We're getting slightly off piste here, so whilst I don't have a Bucket List as such, there are places and activities which I keep in the back of my mind, with the aim that one day they will surface so I can take action to bring them into reality. I have achieved many of these desires over the past few decades, and am regularly adding new ones.

Most of these desires involve visiting places which have featured on my "wish list" for quite some time, and here I am talking about trips to Prague, Munich,  Bamberg and Cesky Krumlov. Beer played an important role in the selection of these places, so it is worth looking at them in slightly more detail.

Prague 1984

Prague was the first of these locations I visited; my desire being sparked after reading Richard Boston's excellent Beer & Skittles; an account of his journey through the world of beer, brewing  and pubs. I was a student when I acquired my copy in 1975, and was enthralled reading Boston's account of his time in Prague 10 years previously. He'd been traveling by train, through Germany and Austria, before crossing into Czechoslovakia, and had only intended to spend a couple of days in Prague.

Stunned by the quality, and cheapness of the beer, and enthralled by the architecture and setting of the city, he ended up staying a week, in his words "Going from place to place drinking this wonderful beer and feeling more and more like the Good Soldier Svejk".

Prague 2015

With a recommendation like that, how could I also not wish to emulate him, and fortunately my chance came just nine years later when some friends and I booked a place on a trip, organised by CAMRA Travel, to Pilsen and Prague. I have written about this trip on a couple of previous occasions, so I won't go into detail, apart from saying how lucky I was to have experienced this golden city, in its pre-Velvet Revolution, communist days.

I have been back to Prague several times, since the collapse of communism and whilst life, living standards and facilities have obviously improved by several orders of magnitude for its citizens, there was something about that first visit when the beer, the architecture and the people stood out amongst the dull, grey mediocrity of life under a totalitarian regime.

I was inspired to visit Munich after reading the Good Beer Guide to Munich & Bavaria, published by CAMRA in 1994, and researched and written by Graham Lees. Lees was one of the four founding members of CAMRA, and after living and working in Munich for several years, had decided to write this pioneering guide. It was dedicated to "All who appreciate good beer, regardless of borders"; something which rings very true with those of us appalled at the direction our government is taking us in.

I had to wait 11 years before my chance to visit the Bavarian capital came about, but I was not disappointed at what I found. Graham Lees's publication still proved its worth in guiding  me to some of the best pubs and bars in Munich, as well as some of the best beers the city had to offer.  I also found time on that initial 3 day visit  to takes  trips out to  Kloster Andechs and Weihenstephan; the first a location where the monks still brew beer, and the second  a place which started life as a monastic brewery, and which now claims to be the "oldest brewery in the world".

I have returned to Munich many times, since that initial visit in 2005, and on my most recent trip, just a few months ago, I was able to fulfill another long-standing desire; namely visiting the world famous Oktoberfest for the first time. I even took the family with me!

I first became aware of the beautiful baroque city of Bamberg, and its famous "smoke  beer", whilst on the coach traveling back from that CAMRA trip to Prague. A couple of obvious beer enthusiasts, sitting in the seat in front of me, started talking about the city and its beer as we sped  along the Autobahn, past the turn-off to Bamberg.

I'd been vaguely aware of "smoke beer" after flicking through the pages of Michael Jackson's "World Guide to Beer", published in 1977, but it was Michael's' ground-breaking TV series, "The Beer Hunter", which really inspired me to visit Bamberg.

My chance came in late December 2007, after spotting an ad in one of the local free newspapers. A travel firm were running a coach trip to Franconia, taking in Nuremberg and its world famous Christmas market, but also including a visit to Bamberg. I paid my money and embarked on the trip.

As it happened the itinerary only allowed for a morning in Bamberg itself, but as soon as the coach dropped us off, I made a beeline for the renowned Aecht Schlenkerla tavern,  in the heart of the old city, and managed to drink my fill of its famous Rauchbier, dispensed from a wooden cask, whist chatting to a visitor from Coburg, about our shared royal-family connections. I also brought back with me a 5 litre keg, plus as many bottles as I could carry.

 

I spent a much more leisurely visit to the city, two and a half years later, when my son and spent a week in Bamberg, during what must have been one of the hottest July's on record. This was followed by a return visit in December of the same year (2010), where the snowfall was one of the heaviest the city had experienced in years, and the temperatures were well below freezing.

Finally we come to the wonderful southern Bohemian town of Cesky Krumlov, and once again I have Graham Lees to thank for inspiring me to visit this lovely old town in its stunning setting on the Vltava River.

Not content with his guide to Munich and Bavaria, Graham brought out a second guide in 1996; this time a Guide to Prague & the Czech Republic. Whilst providing an invaluable guide to what was then a country only recently freed from the shackles of communism,  Lees uses the publication to express his concerns that in the rush to modernise their brewing industry, after decades of stagnation under socialism, the Czechs were in real danger of losing the very qualities which made their breweries, their beer and their pubs so special.

Whilst these concerns are outside the immediate scope of this post, they were still very real, and the danger was that the Czechs would repeat the same mistakes made by the British brewing industry, 30 years previously (big name brands, pressurised beer, dilution of choice etc). More to the point were some of the places the author recommend readers to visit.

Chief of these as far as I was concerned was Cesky Krumlov. Lees described this small, southern Bohemian town as a "Time-warped, medieval beauty, built in a tight loop of the River Vltava". He went on to say that "It's as though some witch had cast a Sleeping  Beauty-like spell over the entire edifice. But the spell is now wearing off, and the more tourists who "discover" it, the more it will change".

Many tourist had of course, "discovered" it during the 20 years since those words were written and the visit of my son and I, two years ago. Cesky Krumlov is still well worth seeing. It's massive castle, overlooking the river, is the second largest in the country, after Prague, and the old town is still a maze of twisting, narrow streets, virtually unchanged since medieval times.

There are hordes of mainly Chinese tourists, complete with their  selfie-sticks, but they tend to gravitate around the castle and the old town square, and can normally be easily avoided. However, do go soon, before the town becomes too gentrified!

Visiting  the USA also featured highly on my list of places to visit, and I achieved this desire back in 2008, when I spent 10 days staying with my sister and her American husband. I haven't finished with North America though, as another desire is to undertake a "trans-continental railroad trip" across the USA, from the Atlantic coast in the east to the Pacific in the west.

Another long-distance rail trip would be to follow in the footsteps of an old friend and journey  right across Russia, on the Trans-Siberian Railway, and I'm sure given the time and the money, I could come up with quite a few more.

This is probably as good a place as any to end, and I would like to think I have inspired  you  to follow your dreams. As Mark Twain said, "Throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover". And if you do  decide to draw up a bucket list, remember "You created it to hold yourself accountable for what you wanted to do in life".

"Well, you wouldn't want a warm beer would you?"

Strange as it may seem, one of the drivers behind my selection of beers this Christmas, or at least the order in which the beers were drunk, has been available fridge space. This may seem a little strange, especially where ales are concerned, as surely top-fermented beers are not supposed to be served cold? Perhaps not, but as those vintage Foster's ads famously said, "Well, you wouldn't want a warm beer would you?".

The temperature at which English ale was traditionally served was a long standing source of both amusement and frustration to visitors to these shores. With most of the world used to lager-style beers, traditionally served at significantly lower temperatures than the "cellar temperatures" normal in these islands, it is perhaps easy to understand why tourists would be tempted to complain.

Times change of course, and as Brits began to travel more, and developed a taste for "bottom-fermented beers", they too acquired a taste for cooler beers and started to demand them when they returned  home.

We're all familiar with the rise of lager in the British Isles, from a beer enjoyed by a tiny minority during the early 1960's, to the most popular style of beer a couple of decades later. The rise in lager's popularity was said to have been helped by a series of particularly hot summers, when a cold beer would have been especially welcome, and lager, of course, is always served chilled.

It was probably around this time that a feature known as the "cold shelf" first appeared behind the bars of many UK pubs. This was a refrigerated shelf used to keep bottles cool. Such shelves were commonplace for a while, but were eventually superseded by the chill cabinets and glass-fronted coolers which are such a feature of pubs today.

The growing popularity of chilled bottled beers was mirrored by the use of chillers for the dispense of keg-type beers, and of course lagers. Cask-beer (real ale ) on the other hand, had none of this and devotees had to make do with a pint served at "cellar temperature". This was fine during the cooler months of the year, but during the summer a warm and, by association, insipid  pint was often the order of the day.

A number of solutions  to this problem were found, starting with chiller units for pub cellars. These were heat-exchangers, similar to air-conditioning units, which control the temperature, and often the humidity in the cellar. Cellar cooling was a great step forward and resulted in a huge improvement in the keeping qualities of cask beer. The resultant lower temperature at which the beer was served, was also welcomed by many customers; but not all.

There were rumblings from within CAMRA that "real ale" was being served at too cool a temperature. The low temperatures were masking the subtle flavours associated with cask beer, resulting in a pint which was bland and tasteless. This may have been true to a point, but was probably due to licensees being over-zealous with the cellar thermostat, rather than inherent problems with the system itself.

Over-chilled cask ale was a problem long before cellar-cooling was ever heard of, and I can remember the “joys” of drinking  beer in the middle of several particularly harsh winters.  The pints served in some pubs were nearly as cold as the ice and snow outside, and certainly rattled ones teeth! One Tonbridge pub of my acquaintance,  famously took to giving customer’s pints a quick 30 second zap in the microwave, in order to restore the beer to a more palatable temperature.

These days, many pubs serve beer which is chilled at the point of dispense, and providing the temperature is properly regulated, this is to be welcomed. Another positive development is the use of beer lines with a narrow bore, as it means there is less beer sitting in the lines between sessions, and less chance of this beer becoming warm. The introduction of beer-engines with a quarter of a pint pull, again lowers the chance of customers being served a warm pint.

The main consequence of all this is customers have gradually become use to a cooler pint, and I am no exception. Years ago I wouldn't have dreamt of sticking a bottle of ale in the fridge for any length of time,  whereas nowadays I much prefer my bitters and pale ales to be chilled, in the same manner as a lager. I even prefer darker beers, such as porters and stouts to be served cool; but it is important here to distinguish between cool and chilled (cold).

There are various guidelines and recommendations to the best temperatures for the dispense of different styles of beer. The ones I have reproduced below are from the US, so they may appear a little on the cool side:

Mass market lagers  2–4°C; Czech and German Pilsners, Bavarian  Helles, wheat beers, Kölsch. 4–7°C;  IPAs, American pale ales, porters, and most stouts 7–10°C; Belgian ales, sour ales, Bocks, English bitters and milds 10–13°C.

In order to experience all the aromas and tastes that the brewer has carefully crafted into the beer, cask ale does need to be dispensed at the correct temperature. If the beer is too warm unpleasant and unplanned aromas will be given off, too cold and the clean, fresh, vibrant tastes will be lost.

Cask Marque and most brewers, recommend between 11 – 13°C, with the former organisation working to a range of 10-14°C, when carrying out its inspections;  thereby allowing a little leeway.

Even lagers should not be served too cold, and despite the appeal of an ice cold beer, lager should actually be served at a warmer temperature than you might imagine.

Pilsner Urquell, for example, recommend serving their classic “original” Pilsner at 7 - 8°C, and I have seen this temperature displayed on a monitor, in the enormous beer-hall, beneath the brewery, in Pilsen.

There may be a reason then for mass market lagers being served at just 2–4°C, and that reason is to disguise their lack of taste. So were the Foster's ads correct, or were they just trying to put across the macho Australian image typically associated with the beer?

Intriguingly the answer is both yes and no; as whilst no-one in their right mind would want a warm beer, one which is cold enough to set your teeth on edge is equally undesirable. As we have seen, the temperature at which beer is served is very much style dependent and whilst good pubs and bars know this, and use it to their customer’s advantage, there are plenty who unfortunately do not. 

If this is the case, perhaps more of us should carry a digital thermometer around with us; as one well-known beer blogger is reported as doing!!

Christmas Eve 2017

Well the last minute shopping is complete, the presents wrapped, and everyone's back safe and warm indoors. I was going to say the fire is lit as well, but the weather's been a little too mild for that, but with tea time fast approaching, it's time to crack open a few bottles.

There was a time when I'd order a polypin and would be broaching it around this sort of time, but with only me to drink it, I found the beer wasn't always quite at its best by the time the contents were exhausted. I also found considerable variation in quality between different beers; and over the years I had a fair few. None were off or even approaching undrinkable, but several were rather lacking in condition, meaning a flat and often uninspiring pint, and when you’ve got 36 pints of beer to get through that you’re not particularly enjoying, then it becomes something of an endurance test.

Bottles therefore, are a much better bet, as not only do they remain fresh until they are opened, but they can provide a lot more variety. And with so much good food and interesting flavours available over the festive season, variety is what's required.

Now I'm not going all puritanical here and insisting on certain beers to accompany certain foods, but there's no getting away from the fact that some beers do provide a better match with certain foods than others. So, as in previous years I've got a fair number of bottles to enjoy; a stash which has built up over the past few months.

This year I've got several bottles of St Austell Proper Job; a beer which in my view is one of the best bottled pale ales around. It's bottle-conditioned as well, but St Austell do this properly - hence the name (only kidding!). Proper Job is well-hopped, but not aggressively so, and there is just the right amount of juicy biscuit-like malt present to counteract the bitterness.

I've also got plenty bottles of Pilsner Urquell to hand. This classic and pioneering “original” pilsner, has just the right amount of aromatic hoppiness, from the lovely Saaz hops, which is set against some chewy toffee malt. For several years now it has become my go-to beer for every day, home-drinking. It's only 4.4% in strength, but still manages to pack in loads of flavour. It's also very reasonably priced; probably too reasonably, as £1.50 a bottle for a beer with this sort of pedigree, is far too cheap and is treating this Czech classic as a commodity, rather than a beer to be revered.

Then there's Fuller's 1845, 6.3% ABV; bottle-conditioned and packed with lots of ripe, juicy fruit and marmalade flavours. It goes really well with a traditional roast turkey dinner and, for as many years as I care to remember, I have always enjoyed a bottle of this excellent ale to accompany my Christmas dinner.

As for the rest, well I've got quite a collection of beers which have accumulated since last Christmas, including some which will need drinking soon. (Gadd's Imperial Stout,  Dark Star Imperial Stout and Old Dairy Snow Top).

As I write, I getting stuck into a bottle of Meantime London Porter, ABV  6.5%. Packaged in a robust 75 cl bottle, complete with a wired-cork closure, this beer really is a splendid recreation of this classic London style. Porter was the beer which made the fortunes of the great London brewers (Truman, Whitbread, Barclays etc), so after completely disappearing during the mid-1970’s, it is good to see it making a deserved comeback.

The style is, once again, a cannon in the portfolio of many respected brewers, not least of which is Fuller’s; the last surviving traditional brewery in the capital. The company’s London Porter, is another personal favourite of mine. It is slightly lighter at 5.2% ABV, but no less enjoyable for that. As might be imagined, I’ve got several bottles of this excellent beer stashed away in my store.

Moving further afield, I’ve got a selection of six different bottles from the St Bernardus Brewery, in Watou, Belgium, to drink my way through. They range in strength from 6% up to 10%  ABV. I wrote about these beers here, and obtained them via a colleague at work, who has a friend living in West Flanders; definitely a handy person to know!

Whilst on the subject of European beers, I’ve still got a few bottles of Aecht Schlenkerla; the classic Rauchbier (smoke beer), from Bamberg. These will need drinking soon, so what better time than over the Christmas period to finish them off? My son and I are off to Bamberg this coming May, in the company of a group of beer enthusiasts from Maidstone CAMRA, so there should be plenty of opportunity to enjoy a few Rauchbiers, whilst we are there.

Finally, I’ve still got a few other “oddities” kicking around, including a wire-corked, 75 cl bottle of Bush de Nuits, from Brasserie Dubuisson, which I acquired over two years ago, whilst in Belgium for the European Beer Bloggers Conference. It’s 13.0%, and aged in oak Burgundy casks, plus it's bottle-conditioned as well, so it’s a beer I will need some assistance in polishing off. I’ve also still got a few Dutch beers; also the result from another EBBC, but this one took place a year later.

Whatever you are drinking this Christmas may you so in the company of friends, family or loved ones. May your glass never run dry and, as the song says, may your days be merry and bright.

Merry Christmas everyone, and a healthy, prosperous and Happy New Year to you all.

“An unashamedly strong winter warmer”

Whilst on my travels I like to pick up the odd bottle or three, especially if I come across something unusual or rare. This applies equally to trips here in the UK, as to those further afield. It’s an extremely rare occurrence for me to return completely empty-handed, as there’s nearly always something which catches my interest.

It’s precisely because I don’t normally come back with something, that I can’t remember where or when I picked up a 2016 Vintage 330 ml bottle of Adnam’s Tally-Ho, barley-wine. It must obviously have been one of my many recent trips to East Anglia, and I’m reasonably certain I bought it at the impressive Beers of Europe warehouse just outside King’s Lynn. 

Wherever I acquired my bottle it’s worth saying that it’s quite rare to come across a bottle. The brewery describe it as “An unashamedly strong winter warmer”, and I think this is pretty apt. It is occasionally available in cask, but normally only in Adnam’s tied houses.

The beer has an ABV of 7.2%, and is bottle-conditioned. It is marketed as a “limited edition”, but this must mean it is brewed in “limited amounts” as this rich dark, seasonal, barley-wine style beer, has been brewed at Adnam’s every year, since 1880.

I cracked open my bottle earlier in the week. It poured with a minimal head, and was a deep ruby red in colour; almost bordering on black. Rich, dark and warming, it drank pretty much as the brewery’s promise, and was an excellent example of a dark barley wine; a style which is not as common as it once was.

ps. Checking back, I did indeed acquire my bottle from Beers of Europe; just over a year ago.

Christmas 2017 at the Greyhound

If going along to the local CAMRA branch Christmas meal is becoming something of a tradition, there is another one which takes place at work on the day we break up for the Christmas recess.

We normally finish work around midday, after spending the morning tidying up, cleaning and getting everything ready for an orderly return in the new-year. We then lock the factory up and adjourn to the local pub, where the company buys the first couple of drinks.

Not everyone comes along to this, as some people take the whole day off, especially if their Christmas plans involve travelling and the need for a quick getaway. Others come into work, but then forgo the pub visit, in favour of dashing off to finish last minute Christmas shopping.

I sort of fit into the second group, although I normally turn up for one drink at the pub, but this year was different. With my wife finishing work on the previous day, and the whole weekend free for any last minute shopping, I had the perfect excuse to spend a couple of hours in the pub, and with the rail option providing a safe and sensible alternative means of getting to and from work I allowed the train take the strain, and took the 07:59 service from Tonbridge to Penshurst.

There was another reason for joining in with the festivities, and that was the choice of pub. Ever since I started with my present company, we have used the nearby Little Brown Jug pub as the venue for our pre-Christmas drink. The LBJ is a nice place, with plenty of room, and has hosted our Christmas party these past six years. It is part of a small chain, which is leased from Greene King and whilst it has become more adventurous recently in its choice of beers, it tends to stick with ones which are tried and tested.

I have written about the LBJ before, and have no hesitation in recommending it to visitors to Chiddingstone Causeway, or to those just passing through. There is however, another pub close by and that is the Greyhound, in the small hamlet of Charcott, just 15 minutes walk from the Jug and Penshurst station.

Regular readers of this blog will be aware of my keen interest in the Greyhound; an interest I have channelled into regular blog updates where I have recounted the changing fortunes of this unassuming Victorian country local.

Over the past 18 months or so, I have reported the closure of the pub, its temporary re-opening under the stewardship of local brewers Larkin’s, its subsequent closure and then its sale to a local couple as a pub, following a successful ACV listing driven by the local community, with backing from CAMRA.

Since reopening back in the summer, the Greyhound has gone from strength to strength under its new owners, Fran and Richard Gilliat-Smith, and has re-established itself at the heart of the small community of Charcott. With this in mind, a couple of members of my team asked our General Manager if we could move this year’s Christmas drinks from the LBJ to the Greyhound.

He was happy to oblige, as the company is keen to help out neighbouring businesses and play its part in the local community. So shortly after midday we locked up and about a dozen of us trooped up to the Greyhound. 

The pub was looking suitably festive when we arrived and was moderately busy. We found an area to the right of the bar, where we could congregate; not too near the fire, as it was rather mild for the time of year. Larkin’s Traditional and Porter were on tap, along with a beer from Bexley Brewery. I started with the Traditional, before switching to the Porter; both were in fine form.

I also grabbed a bite to eat, as the Greyhound’s kitchen is now fully functional following a complete refit. As we sat enjoying our drinks, and our food, the pub began to fill up. It really is good to see people once again using their local pub. My colleagues drifted away in dribs and drabs. They too had errands to run, or partners to get home to.

Eventually I was the only one left, so I finished my Porter and set off to walk back to the station, taking the well-trodden and familiar route which leads across the old Penshurst airfield. There was a stillness in the air as I followed the path across the fields, and a silence too, as there was very little traffic about.

I caught the 14:31 train back to Tonbridge, nodding off with the motion of the train and the warmth of the carriage. I picked up a few bits and pieces on my way home, and once indoors sat down with a cup of coffee and seasonal mince pie, before finishing wrapping the last of the Christmas presents.

Christmas 2017 at the Brecknock

In what is now becoming something of a tradition, the Bailey family joined eleven other West Kent CAMRA members and friends last Sunday, for the annual branch Christmas meal. For the third year running, the venue was, once again, the Brecknock Arms at Bells Yew Green; a small and comfortable Harvey’s pub, just one stop on the train from Tunbridge Wells. The pub provided the perfect location, combining the relaxed informal atmosphere of a village local with good food and equally good drink.

I have known the Brecknock for the past twenty-five years. It is a small and comfortable Harvey’s pub, just one stop down the line from Tunbridge Wells, and just five minutes walk from Frant station. It is everything a village pub should be, and it is great to see this Victorian local thriving again, following the turn-around in its fortunes. This is down to the current licensees, Sally and David Fawcett, who took over the running of the pub back in February 2014.

The Brecknock has been altered a few times over the years, principally to make better use of the available space, and whilst this involved combining the former public and salon bars, the layout is such that there are still a number of distinct drinking areas.

Bells Yew Green itself is a tiny village on the B2169 road which runs between Tunbridge Wells and Lamberhurst. The pub is the focal point of the village and as well as providing a place for the local cricket team to meet, is popular with both villagers and people from further afield. Given its location on the main London - Hastings rail line, Bells Yew Green has become increasingly popular location for commuters, and in recent years a number of new houses have been built, along with a village shop.

Most of our party travelled on the 11.41 train from Tonbridge, which arrived at Frant five minutes before opening time. There were already quite a few customers in the pub, but we were the only group dining that afternoon. There was a good range of Harvey’s beers on the bar, with the Sussex Best and IPA  joined by XXXX Old Ale and draught Christmas Ale. Talk about beer heaven!

It was close to half one by the time we sat down to eat, but this allowed ample time for a few pre-dinner beers. An open log fire added to the atmosphere, and with the Christmas tree and a few other tasteful decorations, the pub was looking suitably festive.

Eileen, Matthew and I went for the traditional roast turkey, which was very good. The Old went well with my main course, and after the dessert I gave the 7.5% ABV seasonal Christmas Ale a try. This year’s vintage, good though it was, seemed to lack some of the hop character I remember from previous brews, and I was wondering whether this had been due to the surprise order which Harvey’s received for 40,000 bottles, from the Systembolaget; Sweden’s government-owned chain of liquor stores.

This entailed brewing an extra batch of Christmas Ale, so perhaps things were a little more rushed than usual. Still, it sounds like some good extra business for Harvey’s, although I wonder how much bottles of Christmas Ale are retailing for in Sweden?

After our dessert, the landlord popped over and asked if we would be staying for Christmas Carols. These would be starting at around 4pm. We of course said yes, as it seemed an excellent idea. Villagers slowly began trickling in, and the main bar went from virtually empty, to standing room only.

Song books were handed out, and an electric organ set up, and as soon as everything was in order, the carol singing commenced; led by the organist. We worked our way through most of the old favourites, our singing helped by the generous amounts of ale we’d imbibed. It was great fun and a terrific atmosphere, and good too for both the pub and the local community.

Once the carols were over, it was the turn of the local children, with the appearance no less of  Father Christmas himself. Fortunately Santa based himself in the far room, but the pub had become very crowded by then. Mrs PBT’s doesn’t do crowds, so we grabbed our coats, said our farewells and made our way to the door.

As we were leaving, to make our way to the station, another group of villagers were standing round the recently erected Christmas tree, on the village green, waiting for the lights to be switched on. It was the perfect ending to a perfect day and really good to have witnessed the true spirit of Christmas.