Rhapsody in blue?

Back in August last year, veteran and prolific bloggers, Boak & Bailey (no relation), published a post titled, “Why are all the pubs going grey?” It was a valid question, and one which several other commentators had also noticed. Some, such as Pub Curmudgeon, Sheffield Hatter, and my good self, responded with our own thoughts and observations, but the question as to why so many pub owners (chains, or individuals), had chosen to splash what is surely the dullest of colours, all over the exteriors of their properties.

B&B thought that maybe pub owners were “trying to attract a newer, more aspirational crowd – or at least, not put them off,” claiming that grey is the equivalent of “classy neutralness,” whatever that means.  I don’t follow this argument though, particularly as I can remember (just), how drab, dreary and undeniably grimy, post-war Britain was in the first two decades following the end of the Second World War.

The pair did recognise this fact, with the claim that even between the wars, suburban pubs were designed to blend into the local surroundings, rather than making a statement with garish paintwork and intrusive advertising signs, but why this recent obsession with what has been described as a “plague of grey?”

Pub Curmudgeon described the situation best, with the comment. “I really don’t get the rationale behind painting somewhere that is supposed to be welcoming in cold colours,” and he also mentioned that the obsession with grey, often extended to pub interiors as well. Whilst I would agree with that observation I have, particularly over the course of pub visits during the past six months, noticed a rather different obsessional colour creeping into pub interiors, and one which, everywhere you look, seems to be rearing its ugly head.

The colour I am talking here is blue, but rather than a delicate pastel shade of pale sky blue, or subtle floral blue, I mean full-on, in your face, intense cobalt or ultramarine blue. Blue that is designed to make a statement and demand your attention, rather than a restful sea or forget-me-not blue, a vivid blue that is not easy of the eye, and the areas of the pub where these intense shades of blue seem to be splashed the most, are bar counters and bar fittings.

In his classic book, Beer & Skittles, pioneering beer writer Richard Boston, described the colours of a traditional public bar as a symphony in brown. He was referring to the wood from which the bar counters, floors, and often panelled wall coverings, are constructed, and with wood ranging in colour from pale pine to rich, dark mahogany, it is easy to understand where Boston was coming from. Now, with the exception perhaps of the floors, bright vivid blue seems to dominate, everywhere that one casts ones’ eyes.

I have listed, below, some of the “blue bars” I have visited since acquiring my bus pass last year – an asset that has enabled me to reconnect with many rural pubs that would, otherwise, be impossible to reach without getting behind the wheel of a car. There aren’t quite as many as I first thought, but given this is a relatively new trend, there is still plenty of time for this new “plague” to spread.

On final point, whilst blue, in the main, is a restful colour, it is also a cold colour, and like grey, not particularly welcoming. Also, unless the shade applied is a very pale shade of blue, it is nowhere near as unobtrusive as grey. So, unless this is just a passing fad, will blue become the “new grey," as far as pub interiors are concerned?

Poet - Matfield, Half Moon - Hildenborough,  Garland - Redhill, Ivy House - Tonbridge,  Vauxhall - Tonbridge, Anchor - Sevenoaks (more of a pastel blue).

 

A well-earned break and a birthday too!

It’s Easter Sunday, and I’m currently on day four of an 11-day break from work; a break made possible by a combination of the long Easter Weekend, and my revised working hours. The beauty is I have only needed to use two days of my annual leave entitlement in order to achieve this 11-day break. Thursday, and Saturday, were spent doing domestic stuff, which included the food shopping, but also allowed me to crack on with my garden projects.

I’ve probably mentioned the greenhouse renovation I’ve been working on, and whilst this isn’t quite complete, we do now possess a fully functional glasshouse, for nurturing seedlings and growing tender plants in a frost-free environment. So, with a few shop-bought tomato plants, plus a couple of trays of runner beans, waiting to sprout, we’re off to a flying start and, most importantly, the weather is warming up too. 

The warm weather caught me by surprise yesterday morning, as I set off to join a group of CAMRA colleagues, from Maidstone branch, on their annual Good Friday Ramble. I had seriously mis-judged just how hot the day was going to be, which meant the warm fleece that was appropriate on Thursday, was totally inappropriate a day later, but never mind.

I’ll be describing the ramble in detail in a separate article, although it does receive a mention later on, but the beer started flowing on Wednesday evening, when I attended an event, organised by own CAMRA branch. The occasion was to present the landlord and landlady of the Nelson Arms, in Tonbridge, with a certificate commemorating the Nelson being awarded West Kent CAMRA Branch Pub of the Year.

Known in CAMRA circles, as the PoTY, this is not a term I care to use, even though in the Nelson’s case, it was an achievement that was well deserved. April 13^th, also happened to be my birthday, although unlike some I could mention, I don’t make a huge fuss over what, when all is said and done, is just another day!

Son Matthew accompanied me for a few birthday beers, as we took a stroll down to the pub, arriving shortly before the presentation was about to begin. There were a half dozen or so members present, that I knew, along with a contingent who had travelled over from Tunbridge Wells, who I didn’t, and we just had time to order ourselves a drink before the speeches were made and the certificate handed over.

The extensive beer range included two beers from Ramsgate brewers, Gadd’s. I opted for a pint of the lower strength No. 5, with the plan being to move up to the stronger No. 3 later in the evening. That plan didn’t work, as the latter ran out, before I had the chance to sample it, but for the time being there was the presentation to watch, and the certificate was presented by a friend of mine, along with a suitable speech. Licensees Matthew and Emma, then received a second certificate, this time in respect of the Nelson being voted branch Cider Pub of the Year, as well.

Both speeches paid tribute to the hard work put in by Matt, Emma, and their staff, along with the steps taken by the pub to continue serving their customers, throughout the pandemic, by offering home delivers meals plus draught beer to take away.  It seems like a distant memory now, but it is only, just over a years since the Nelson was allowed to re-open, following the last lock-down, and even then, it was table service in an outdoor setting only!

Once the speeches, the handing over of certificates and obligatory photos were over, landlord Matt very kindly bought us all a drink. As mentioned, the Gadd’s No. 3 had run out, so instead I had a pint of Collusion, a strong, pale, and fruity beer from Surrey Hills Brewery, with an abv of 5.2%.  The final beer was a pint of Harvey’s Armada, a brew that is rarely seen outside the brewery’s tied estate, and one that I hadn’t sampled in ages. It was a good beer to finish the evening on, even though it was one of those sessions where nobody wanted the evening to end.

As mentioned previously, Friday was MMK’s annual ramble, an annual tradition that began in 1977, and one which remained unbroken until Covid-19 came knocking on the door. This meant that Friday’s walk was effectively the ramble originally planned for Easter 2020. It was a day of perfect weather, and also a day of catching up with old friends, most of whom I hadn’t seen since before the start of the pandemic.

The walk was a circular one, that was just over six miles in length, and took us through a lovely part of the county, to the south of Maidstone. Starting at East Farleigh station, on the Medway Valley Line, we walked along the towpath, to Tovil, on the edge of Maidstone. From there, our route took us up through the picturesque Loose Valley which, until quite recently, was a centre of paper making. Despite having lived in the county town for five years, I never really explored the Loose Valley, and neither had I appreciated how picturesque it is. I had though, previously visited the pub where we stopped for lunch.

This was the Chequers, a former 17th-century coaching inn, situated on the old road to Hastings, by the side of a trout stream, in the picturesque village of Loose. The landlord and his team were expecting us, and those wishing to eat had already booked, and pre-ordered their selection from the menu. This was arranged by walk organiser/leader, Peter. For the record I had haddock and chips, which was well-cooked, quite filling, and good ballast for an empty stomach. I also enjoyed a pint of each of the following beers – Rockin Robin Reliant, Musket Muzzleloader and my personal favourite, and most enjoyable beer of this trio, Harvey’s Sussex Best.

We spent around two and a half hours at the Chequers, before heading off along a route that saw us climbing out of Loose, and into and across orchard country. We then gradually descended back towards the River Medway, missing the opportunity of visiting the Horseshoes and the Bull (both at East Farleigh, but a mile or so apart). There was just time though, for a swift half of Whistable Bay Pale, at the recently re-opened Victory, on the other side of the river, and sufficiently close to the station to enable a last-minute dash for the train.

I will finish here, as there’s lots more I’ve got to write about, and there are still seven days left of my mini-break.

That mid-afternoon pint

Now that I am semi-retired and am able to enjoy a couple of extra days off at the end of the week, I’ve also been able to appreciate that rarest of experiences, the mid-afternoon pint. Being able to enjoy a drink between the hours of 3 & 5pm, is something that those individuals whose drinking career began after August 1988, will take for granted; for that is the date the archaic legislation forcing pubs to close during the afternoon, was finally repealed.

The Defence of the Realm Act, or DoRA for short, came into force in 1915, as an "emergency measure" during World War One. It was designed to prevent workers in essential areas, such as munitions manufacture, from enjoying an extended afternoon session in the local boozer. Prior to this act, public houses were able to trade all day, the same as they can today.

It therefore seems incredible that it took 73 years to repeal this dubious piece of legislation, which was promoted by an emboldened temperance movement, and probably had minimal effect on the outcome of the “meat grinder,” that was the Great War. The fact that this emergency piece of legislation hung on for so long, is testament to the inertia and conservatism underlying the British way of life, even at the height of the so-called “permissive society.”

 

For those of us who reached 18 years of age prior to 1988, the legal age for being able to enjoy an alcoholic drink on licensed premises, afternoon drinking was a real novelty, and something to be cherished. It is certainly something that those born after 1970 will never fully appreciate in quite the same way as us older drinkers.

Even when the legislation was changed, those of us who were working were only able to take advantage of this newfound sense of freedom on Saturdays, or days off, and we had to wait a further seven years before pubs were allowed to open all day on Sundays.

I can still remember my first, legal, afternoon pint, which I enjoyed at the Harp, the famous free house on the edge of London’s Covent Garden, although after 34 years I can’t recall what the actual beer was! Even so, it was still a precious moment and part of the reason why I still appreciate that mid-afternoon session, probably more than any other.

Many pubs are relatively quiet, mid-afternoon as the lunchtime rush is over, and those workers who are still allowed to drink during the working day, will have returned to their offices or factories. The staff behind the bar will be using the slack period wisely and will be gearing up for the evening trade. In short, there is generally a nice, quiet, and relaxed feel about a pub during the middle of the afternoon.

I enjoyed such a session last Thursday, at Fuggles Beer Café in Tonbridge, having popped out to s. collect a few household items for Mrs PBT’s. We were supposed to have been going out, but the end of the financial year is always a busy time when you’re a self-employed bookkeeper with a client base of builders and other tradesmen, who turn up on you doorstep with a carrier bag stuffed full of invoices and receipts, liberally sprinkled with plaster and cement dust.

Eileen really has the patient of a saint when it come to dealing with these cheeky chappies, especially when they discover the taxman is after them for last quarter’s VAT bill. She is also something of a miracle worker when it comes to making sense of those stuffed carrier bags, that pass for accounts in many tradesmen’s eyes!

The items that she wanted from the town, didn’t amount to much, but after a morning spent catching up on household and garden chores, it was good to get out of the house. Fuggles fitted the bill perfectly, especially in view of what I have just written, and true to my expectations there was only a handful of people in there.  My other motivation for visiting Fuggles was to see whether they still had any Time & Tide beers on tap. The latter are a brewery based just outside Deal, in the far east of Kent, and as well as turning out some cracking beers, were also one of the featured breweries, from the recent Tonbridge Beer Weekend.

 

My luck was in, and I was served a very pleasant pint of Walmer Patchwork Pale Ale. As well as being in good condition, it was the perfect mid-afternoon pint, weighing in at just 3.7% abv. I sat there enjoying my beer whilst soaking up the atmosphere. As well as me there were two groups, sat at opposite ends of the pub. They were later joined by a single fella who ordered himself a flight of three different beers, and then stood at the bar drinking them.

I didn’t stay for another, as I knew I would be driving, later that evening, but as well as reminding me of previous mid-afternoon sessions – not just at Fuggles, but at various other places as well. 

The four “Proper Days Out” I have attended with members of the Beer & Pubs Forum, provided further examples and opportunities, for enjoying a few more mid-afternoon pints; occasions made all the more enjoyable, by the company I was with.

Pubs that are especially worthy of mention include the Wheatsheaf at Shifnal, a pub on CAMRA’s Inventory of National Heritage Pubs. With beers from the Marston’s-Bank’s stable and a welcoming log fire, blazing away, the pub provided a welcome refuge from the damp and rather cold conditions outside.

The second pub is a complete contrast, and was visited on a different trip. The Elms Inn, at Burton-on-Trent, is a large imposing Victorian pub, set on a hill, overlooking the river Trent, some distance below. It’s large windows, gave a bright and airy feel to the place, and was just the thing on a sunny day that had followed weeks of incessant rain. The day was also the calm before another approaching storm, that of the Covid-19 pandemic that was about to unleash itself on the world, but in a pub buzzing with the conversation and laughter of people having a good time, such concerns seemed a world away. Another bonus was the Draught Bass which was in fine form.

Finally, the most recent Proper Day Out, which involved a trip west and a visit to, amongst others, the Bell Inn, which is just a short hop from Bath city centre.  This was another atmospheric pub, with an interesting range of beer, and just the place for whiling away an hour or so, on what was another damp and gloomy afternoon.

I could go on, but I’m sure you get the drift, and doubtless have candidates for favourite mid-afternoon pubs, along with pleasant memories of these places. Perhaps this nostalgia and longing for these quiet and relaxed sessions is a sign of growing older, but for me such periods are something to both savour and enjoy.

 

 

48 crafty cans of Flavourly

At the beginning of March, I ordered myself a mixed case of 48 cans of “craft beer” from Flavourly. The case was duly despatched, but the courier service were unable to deliver, as no-one was at home. The fact that DPD had chosen the only day of the week when Mrs PBT’s  works away from home to drop my package off , was just sod’s law, but they did re-direct it to a local shop, from where I could collect it.

I turned up at the designated collection point – a Londis operated retailer in Tonbridge High Street. Fortunately, I was able to park reasonably close by, as 48 x 330ml cans are quite heavy – so much so that the shop manager asked if it was a case of bricks I was collecting?

After struggling back to the car, I managed to get my mixed case of beers safely home. I was now the proud owner of four dozen cans of craft beer, but what were they? Well, I’ve worked out that there are 22 different brews, which suggests that whilst there are two cans of most of the beers, there must be three of a couple of them.

Before going any further, it’s worth taking a closer look at Flavourly. The first thing to note is that unlike certain other online beer retailers, Flavourly are not a subscription service. This means there is nothing to sign up to, and you can just order, as and when you please. Having said that, they do tend to pester you a bit with emails, highlighting their latest offers, but with no obligation to buy, you can just delete these messages.

Flavourly tend to work with certain breweries, such as Quantock, First Chop, Freedom, By the Horns, Hilden and Beatnikz Republic, to name a few. As well as showcasing beers from these, and other, breweries, they sometimes commission “one-off” collaboration brews with certain of these companies. This provides a certain volume for the breweries concerned, and there is the bonus of a firm commitment from Flavourly to take the entire batch. The beers that the company sell are packaged solely in the 330ml can format, which helps streamline their mail order despatch, business model.

My motives in buying this rather large case were mixed but were underscores by a desire to have a selection if different beers at home, to choose from. I’m not sure whether this has actually worked, as some of the beers have, quite frankly, been disappointing. You could argue that with such a large selection to choose from, there are bound to be a few duds, and you would be right in thinking this.

However, at the other end of the spectrum you might expect here to be a few stunners, and quite frankly there aren’t any. Fortunately, there are some very good ones, and these include Freedom Brewery - Urban Lager, West Berkshire Brewery – Detour Pale Ale, Renegade Lager, By the Horns – Levitate Pale

Ale. Worthy of special mention are veteran Northern Ireland brewers Hilden Brewing, whose Spectrum Pale Ale came extremely close to being a stunner, and First Choice, whose collaboration brews, with Flavourly, included a very drinkable West Coast Session IPA, plus that rarest of beers, a Vienna Lager.

It would be churlish for me to name and shame the dud brews, and also un-becoming for a member of the British Guild of Beer Writers, but why would any self-respecting brewer decide to add orange juice concentrate to a beer? Surely, it is beer that is supposed to be brewed, rather than a “beer cocktail?”

At the end of the day, you win some, you lose others, and on the plus side I’ve had the chance to enjoy some interesting beers. The flip side is the continual search for the new and the original does, at times, invoke a deep-seated sense of longing for the comfort and sense of security that goes with the familiar. In which case, make mine a pint of Harvey’s Sussex Best!

 

First Sunday in April

Judging by recent reports, last week’s Tonbridge Beer Weekend appears to have been a success, with all seven outlets experiencing additional footfall, and of course extra sales. I found evidence of this when I called in at the Beer Seller in Tonbridge, late on Sunday afternoon, having just returned from an invigorating and most enjoyable hike along a section of the North Downs Way. What I wanted more than anything at that moment, was a nice cool and refreshing glass of beer.

Son Matthew had kindly offered to pick me up from the station, so I suggested us meeting at the Beer Seller – the nearest of the seven pubs participating in the Tonbridge Beer Weekend. I met him outside the pub, after he had parked the car, and we entered the pub full of anticipation.

There was a fair sprinkling of customers in the bar but judging by the lack of beer signs above the taps on the back wall, behind the bar, it was obvious there had been a run on the beer. So, good for the pub, but not so good for a thirsty drinker with a craving for a pint of Goucher’s Gold Star.

“Sold out, I’m afraid,” was the grim news from the girl behind the bar, “Tonbridge Beer Weekend, has been taking place, and we’ve been rushed off our feet.” Disappointed, but not entirely surprised, I inquired about the O.W.L. beers I noticed on sale. Apparently, they are a new brewery based in Uckfield, with the letters standing for "Only With Love." After glancing at the few remaining beers, I decided that O.W.L. Wingding Transatlantic Pale Ale would fit the bill.

The beer might have been Transatlantic and Pale, but little did I realise it was a keg, rather than a cask beer. No matter, such was my thirst that anything wet and cool would have done the trick. According to the brewery, the beer is “A pioneering piece of crossover magic that spans the big pond. We've smashed together the best of US and British hops to create a banging gooseberry and spice hazy pale that flies oh so right. Hops: Citra, Magnum and Goldings.”

I posted the following entry on “Untappd,” whilst in the pub. “Interesting. Very hazy looks like a milkshake but hits the spot after a seven-mile hike,” which summed up the beer quite nicely. Matthew though, was far more reserved with his choice of a lager from Gun Brewery.  We only had the one, but it was a nice, calm, and relaxed session, but then it had been a nice relaxing day’s walking on the North Downs as well.  If I’m honest, it was one of the nicest stretches of this long-distance footpath to date, and that’s saying something, seeing as I’ve now walked the majority of the trail, with just two sections left to walk.

Ascending the steep chalk escarpment, and finding myself on top of local beauty spot, Colley Hill, was almost like a revelation, despite the traffic noise from the rather too close M25 motorway. Next came Reigate Hill, where the whole of Surrey seemed out and determined to enjoy itself. There were families plus attendant children and dogs, lapping up the mid-spring sunshine, and whilst there was still a chill in the air, it was really pleasant to be out in the fresh air, walking across the springy turf.

With far-flung views south across the Weald to Ashdown Forest, and even beyond, to the South Downs, silhouetted against the far horizon, it felt like being on top of the world. After a welcome “comfort” stop at the café and picnic area overlooking Reigate, far below, I began the long and slow descent as the trail skirted around Gatton Park, towards Merstham and the train home.

Merstham station, with its friendly staff, quaint little waiting room and immaculately kept toilets, is worthy of a special mention, and is a place I remember as the start of a previous walk, last autumn. Unfortunately, with just one train an hour, there wasn’t time to call in at the nearby Feathers pub, although the interior certainly looked inviting as I walked by, which brings us nicely back to Tonbridge and the Beer Seller.

 

 

Tonbridge Beer Weekend 2022

Tonbridge Beer Weekend 2022, is in full swing at the moment, with seven local pubs participating in an event designed to showcase the best in local beers and, of course, local pubs. Seven pubs and bars in the town are participating, and the selection includes a couple of newcomers, as well as familiar places such as the Beer Seller, Fuggles, the Nelson, and the Humphrey Bean. New to the party are the Ivy House, Verdigris, and the Constellation Brewery Taphouse.

Each outlet will feature beers from a particular brewery, with Fuggles, for example focussing on the excellent Time & Tide Brewery, from East Kent, and the Beer Seller stocking O.W.L. beers, (I can’t find this one online). The event is slightly ad-hoc, and it’s not entirely clear who the organisers are, but it promises to a good opportunity to sample beers that aren’t often available locally, as well as supporting local pubs and bars.

With a busy weekend ahead, and not being completely footloose and fancy free, I took a walk down to the Nelson Arms last night, as I knew from their website that they had beers from Sheffield-based, Abbeydale Brewery on tap. My visit was a rare act of spontaneity, as usually my evenings out are planned in advance, but seeing the line-up of beers, along with messages on the various beer-related WhatsApp groups, nipping out to the Nelson seemed the logical thing to do.

I met up with a friend who I hadn’t seen since last November. It turned out he’d been even busier than me, with what sounds like a punishing work schedule. He too was taking the opportunity of a break, as well as sampling the extensive range of beers that landlord Matt, had laid on, and with a couple of beers from Kent Brewery complementing the Abbeydale one, it could have turned into a dangerous night!

The pub was quite crowded when I walked in, and I recognised a few familiar faces, including our local Green Party councillor, who as chairman of the local residents’ association, played an instrumental part in getting the Nelson listed as an ACV, thereby helping to save it from unwanted development.

I acknowledged him from across the bar, and then made my way towards the rear of the pub, where I found my friend sitting in a small alcove, reading the paper. We exchanged greetings along with beer recommendations before I headed back to the bar and ordered a pint of Abbeydale Absolution. Before doing so, I asked my friend if he wanted a top-up, but he said he wouldn’t be staying too much longer, as he’d arrived much earlier than I had, and needed a clear head for the following morning.

The Absolution was a fine, straw-coloured, pale ale, with a good balance between hop and fruit flavours, but my second pint came from a source, much closer to home. Chocolate Orange Porter, from Kent Brewery, did exactly what it said on the tin and was an interesting blend of bitter oranges and dark chocolate. It was back to Abbeydale for the final beer of the evening, and as it was a strong one, I just had a half. Black Mass, with an appropriate devilish strength of 6.66%, was similar, in some respects, to the Chocolate Orange, but with cherry and raisin flavours replacing the oranges.

I wasn’t just there for the beer though, as it was good to catch up with my friend, and also with Matt the landlord, who stopped by for a quick chat. I left the pub shortly before 10.30pm, the strong beers helping to fortify me against the cold, on the walk home.

I’m not sure whether I’ll be able to make it to any of the other participating pubs, this weekend, as today I was working on a project in the garden and tomorrow morning, I’m off on a hike– North Downs Way again, but from what I’ve seen, and heard, Tonbridge Beer Weekend seems to have been a rip-roaring success.