Welcome to Liverpool

This is the view that greeted Mrs PBT's and I, as we awoke this morning. Actually, we'd seen it three hours earlier, due to Eileen receiving several WhatsApp messages, informing her that her niece's daughter had just given birth to a baby boy.

Something of a coincidence, as today is also Mrs PBT's birthday - the one where she officially qualifies for the bus pass she received last week.

In case you hadn't guessed from the photo, we've docked in Liverpool, following a calm and relaxing cruise from Southampton. 

We only re-established phone and 4G contact, earlier this morning, as we were sailing up the Mersey estuary, and whilst in many ways it's been nice to have been out of contact, I'm now using the time that we're berthed here to catch up on beer related matters.

There's more to come, but as I'll explain later, unfortunately we won't be going ashore and exploring Liverpool today.

It's nothing sinister, just an unfortunate combination of circumstances, but in the meantime, enjoy the view of the Liver Building and the waterfront, alone with a few photos of the ship.

A beer too far?

In the world of food matching, there are some flavours that pair well, and some that just don’t.  The same logic could be applied to beer, especially given the penchant of some brewers to add all manner of weird and wonderful ingredients either to the mash tun, or the fermenter.

The addition of certain fruits to the beers is a long-standing tradition, especially in Belgium, and no one would doubt that a properly matured Kriek, or Framboise is a satisfying and enjoying drink. Other additions, such as chocolate or chilies often work too, and despite initial hesitancy, often turn out far better than the label might hint at, but there are limits, and when they are breached, what might have seemed like a good idea when first proposed, can in certain instances, turn out t be a complete disaster.

Nowhere was this demonstrated more clearly, than with the "blended beer" I “enjoyed” the other night. And, without any hint of irony or indeed shame, the origin of this beer just had to be the good old US of A!

Included amongst the beers I accumulated over the course of the summer, was a Peanut Butter Milk Stout, from the equally strange sounding, Belching Beaver Brewery. I acquired this “strange brew” in one of the deliveries from FUGSCLUB – the monthly subscription club run by Fuggles Beer Café; a set-up that helped the company get through the worst of lockdown.

It was a beer I kept looking at but couldn’t quite bring myself to crack open and drink. The very concept somehow, seemed wrong, and yet, according to the can, the offering from Belching Beaver (the very name is off-putting), is America’s favourite Peanut Butter Milk Stout. You mean there are more versions of this beer?

Belching Beaver are based in San Diego, California, and appear to be a reasonably sized outfit, that offers a wide range of different brews. According to their website, their aim is to offer quality craft beer, whilst inspiring good times – “Dam good times,” if you will pardon the pun!

Before describing what the beer is actually like, it’s worth noting that unsurprisingly, the majority of the reviews on Untappd for this Peanut Butter Milk Stout, are from North America. Peanut butter and America go together, but as a young boy I was quite partial to a peanut butter sandwich – Sun-Pat, of course, and crunchy, rather than smooth. I still enjoy the stuff from time to time, although these days I tend to go for the slightly healthier, low-sugar versions. But would peanut butter work in a beer?

The answer is this combination didn’t work for me. It wasn’t undrinkable, and I sort of get what the brewery are saying on the side of the can, about the aromas of roasted peanuts blending with those of dark chocolate and coffee. This makes sense, as the beer is basically a milk stout with added natural peanut butter flavouring.

Unfortunately, I found the aromas of the peanut butter rather overpowering, and whilst I could still discern the underlying base of milk stout, the added flavouring had a significant masking effect. Trying to drink my way through the 355ml can, proved something of an endurance test, and I eventually gave up, even though I almost finished it.

So, an experiment, but exactly that, and a repeat purchase from me at least, is out of the question. Looking online, a handful of other brewers produce a Peanut Butter Milk Stout, including Hammertons in the UK and Tailgate Brewery, from Nashville, Tennessee.  Both beers have won awards, as has Belching Beaver, so they must be doing something right – or are they?

The cynic in me suspects that it’s the novelty factor, so more likely the “shock factor” that has propelled these beers to stardom, but do let me know what you think. 

Footnote: I have included a few photos, of other "experimental" beers, including the opening shot which demonstrates Bateman's rather short-lived attempt at mixing up the flavours.

There's something happening here

So, as we move into September, what is there to write about that is beery, and/or travel-related? Well, for a start, there’s some ocean-going travel coming up at the end of the week as, providing neither of us record a positive test for the plague, we’ll be setting sail for a brief, sea voyage to Liverpool and back.

Packing will commence this weekend, and amongst the various items of “smart casual” clothing required (numerous items in Mrs PBT’s case), will be a suitable supply of tinnies – beers such as Pilsner Urquell, Hawkshead Mosaic Pale, plus one or two others that I can stash in our cabin (sorry State Room), and keep cool in the fridge.

This is because whilst food is included on an “eat as much as you want – stuff yourself silly” basis, alcohol is, let’s say, rather on the dear side, and the beer selection is almost certainly limited to big, international brands. Now a word of caution here, neither of us are intent on stuffing ourselves silly and, in the case of the beer, I have no intention of drinking myself into oblivion either. However, enjoying the odd cool beer or two, as we sit out mid-afternoon, or early evening, on our balcony, as our ocean liner glides through the waves, is something I am looking forward to, and the better the beer, the more enjoyable the whole experience.

Before moving on from the cruise, I discovered that, due to Covid restrictions, passengers are only allowed to disembark at Liverpool, if they have a place on one of the pre-booked excursions. Stepping ashore on an independent, DIY sight-seeing basis, is unfortunately not allowed, which is a bit of a bummer, as we are a couple who like to do our own thing.

I’m presuming that the thinking behind this is to keep the ship and its crew Covid-safe, as by restricting excursions to carefully curated excursions, Cunard remain in control of the situation. More so than if they allowed passengers to go off anywhere within the city, but the whole thing could be a cynical ploy to coerce people into booking one of the official excursions, and thereby making more money.

This minor gripe aside, we should now be ready, having printed off vaccination certificates, uploaded photos, and passport details, and all this for a cruise that doesn’t leave UK territorial waters.

The two other main items of news are that after a slight delay with the hand-over, on Monday, I will be starting in my new role as company Safety Advisor. In order to prepare, I’ve booked myself on a three-day introductory course in Safety Management, which is a real, physical one, rather than a virtual, online affair. It’s being held at a London hotel and takes place during the last week in September. This means I will remain on full time until the start of October, and then I will be working a three-day week – yippee!

The other, even more exciting news item is, that after seven months of dealing with funeral directors, banks, government departments and solicitors, the estate of my late father has finally been settled. Probate has been granted, the Inland Revenue have been dealt with, and the residual of my parents’ estate distributed amongst myself and my two sisters.  It's not sufficient to fund my retirement, but it’s a nice little sum all the same. The main thing though is the family can put all this behind us.

We can now concentrate on remembering the good times we enjoyed with our parents and be grateful for the loving and caring environment they provided for us, and for the virtues of truth, honesty, and diligence they instilled in us, along with the work ethic.  That they were both able to achieve financial security and independence, after coming from relatively humble backgrounds, is testament to what I have just been saying.

So that’s about it for the time being. I’ve got a few mundane tasks to complete, before we go away, including replacing the roofing felt on the summerhouse. Boring, but it’s long overdue, as is doing the same thing with the shed. That can wait a while longer because, at the moment I’m going to crack open a bottle and pour myself a cold one!

 

Fully-fledged bus w*nker

Please forgive the last word of the title; the blame lies well and truly with Mrs PBT’s. It was she who came up with this term of endearment, in reference to the bus pass I acquired back in April. Slightly jealous that I would be off exploring the local highways and byways, whilst enjoying the view from the top deck of a bus, the term she came up with was designed to convey the omnibus equivalent of a “train anorak!”

Somewhat ironically, I have so far turned out to be a rather infrequent “bus wanker,” but that’s all set to change next month when I switch to part-time working. The beauty of my bus pass is that after 10.30am weekdays, and anytime at weekends, I can use it to journey wherever I want to – within reason.

Looking back, I’ve only made around five bus journeys, one of which took place this past Bank Holiday Monday. It was a bit of a whim, but with the weather not looking that great, and with most of the gardening and household jobs out of the way, I decided to take the bus over to Tunbridge Wells. This is where my bus pass came in handy, but as if to super-charge it, I downloaded the Arriva App to help me plan my route and know which buses to take.

Arriva, run the majority of bus services in West Kent, and they also extend into neighbouring East Sussex. I went for the App, initially just to look up the bus times, but soon discovered its inter-active capabilities, that give the user real time information. It tracks your location, but in order to not drain your phone battery too rapidly, only does so whilst, the App is open.

Then by clicking on the “Plan” option and typing in where you want to go, it then gives you a choice of buses, departure times and, should you be interested, intermediate stops. All this is in real time, and the App even calculates the time taken to walk to the nearest named bus stop.

So, like a kid with a new toy, off I went, taking the 291 bus, from the stop nearest to Bailey Towers, to Pembury Hospital. There after a 10-minute wait, I was able to catch a different service into Tunbridge Wells. (Actually, it was the same bus that just changed its number, after the driver had enjoyed a short break). The route taken by the second bus, took me and my fellow passengers through the local retail park, followed by a tour of a large housing estate. This was fine by me as, after all, my journey was completely free! Furthermore, by following the route on the App, I knew exactly where to get off.

I was looking for a new pair of shoes, amongst other things, but I knew there would also be the chance of a beer or two once the shopping had been accomplished. As it happened, the shopping didn’t take long at all, the longest part was queuing at the pharmacy counter in Boots, for various pills and potions that Mrs PBT’s thought she might need on our forthcoming cruise.

As for the shoes, I will probably buy them online. I know it’s bad for the High Street, but my preferred brand of Clarks has an online outlet offering a 20% discount – something not to be sniffed at, when you’re talking around £90 a pair! Their Tunbridge Wells store did give me the chance to look at the various styles, colours and treads available – something you can’t do online.

So, with some ideas in mind, backed up by several photos, the next and most important question was, where to go to for a pint? I had a couple of places in mind, the George or Sankey’s. Both are at the top end of the town, in the area known as Mount Ephraim, and both offer a wide ranging and eclectic mix of beers.

My preference was for Sankey’s, based on the fact it was an absolute age since I last set foot in the place, but according to WhatPub, it doesn’t open on Mondays. I decided to take a walk past anyway, especially as it was on the way to the George, but to my absolute delight I noticed a light in the window, as I approached and with the “A” board in the entrance porch, providing another positive sign, the pub gods really were smiling on m that day.

Leaving the George for another day, I stepped inside. There were a couple of rather charming young ladies milling around the bar, one of whom asked me what I would like as I stood looking at the beer list, prominently displayed behind the counter, more than a little confused by the variety on offer.

I could see no cask, despite there being a hand-pump with a Long Man Brewery clip, set against the back wall, but I was quite happy to choose one or more of the craft offerings. I started off with Wanna Go to the Sun, a 4.6% pale ale from the highly respected Lost & Grounded Brewery.

After suggesting I grab a table to the far left of the bar, the friendly barmaid said she’d bring the beer over for me, along with the packet of crisps I’d ordered. I perched myself at one of the high tables close to the impressively large and ornate Bass mirror. This one was definitely an original, rather than a cheap imitation from that mythical factory in Wrexham.

How do I know this? Well, Sankey’s is renowned for its amazing collection
of old brewery advertising signs, collected over many years, by the current landlord’s father. Given the pub’s location it is not surprising that Kent breweries feature prominently amongst the memorabilia. Long defunct names such as Smith & Co of Lamberhurst, Masons of Maidstone,  Fremlin’s –  one of the largest brewers in Kent, and also of Maidstone, plus Tunbridge Wells’s own sadly vanished brewery, E & H Kelseys, whose Culverden Brewery stood just a few hundred yards away from Sankey’s.

I referred briefly to the current landlord’s father, who as well as collecting all that brewing memorabilia, is also something a local author. For Christmas last year, I treated myself to a copy of Guy Sankey’s book, “Old Breweries of Tunbridge Wells,” published in association with the Royal Tunbridge Wells Civic Society. This fascinating, and well-illustrated publication is worthy of a post in its own right, but for anyone interested in old breweries and the role they paid in the development of Tunbridge Wells, Guy’s book is well worth a read.

I know Guy well enough to say hello to, but I only know his son Matthew by sight. He popped in for a brief check on the pub, whilst I was enjoying my first beer – the hallmark of a good landlord, in my book. The family also run a couple of fishmongers shops – one in Tonbridge and the other in Tunbridge Wells, alongside a champagne & oyster bar situated on the town’s famous Pantiles area.

In addition, below the Mount Ephraim pub, they operate a renowned Seafood restaurant, linked to the bar by means of a staircase, as the rear. I have eaten there on a couple of occasions whilst entertaining visitors from our parent company, in Japan. 

Returning to Monday’s visit, there was a really nice atmosphere in the bar, with a good mix of customers. A chap with his inquisitive and friendly dog, provided the entertainment, as did the athletic barmaid who jumped up onto the rear counter, and then had to stand on tiptoe in order to adjust the hand-written beer list.  writing up the beers

Talking of beers, my Lost & Grounded choice was excellent, so I decided to push the boat out for the next one. Magic Rock, Clown Juice, a White IPA (I think it designates cloudy), proved a good beer to finish on, but at 7% abv, I wisely stuck to a half pint.

After that, it was time to drink up, as a quick peep at my Arriva App informed me there was a bus due in 10 minutes. I said goodbye to the bar staff and wandered back down the hill, to the stop in Grosvenor Road, opposite Fuggles. The return journey was a single ride home to Tonbridge, that I enjoyed from the top deck of the No. 7 bus. It dropped me near the station, which meant a 15-minute walk home, after an enjoyable afternoon out – courtesy of my bus pass.

I will end on that note, as the irony is today, my good lady wife’s very own bus pass arrived in the post, a full 10 days before the date she officially reaches the age of qualification. Work that one out for yourselves, bearing in mind you should never ask a lady her age.

Needless to say I congratulated her on becoming a fully qualified, "bus wanker," in her own right!

 

A few more thoughts as we say goodbye to August

I started August with a few seemingly random thoughts about the month. Now, as we prepare to say goodbye to the eighth month of 2021, here are a few more thoughts, and some concerns, but this time they are a lot less disjointed, and there is a common thread running thought them.

This Bank Holiday Weekend sees the resumption of the twice yearly, beer festivals at the Halfway House, Brenchley. For obvious reasons, no festivals were held during 2020, and whilst I believe a rather slimmed-down event did take place this late May Bank Holiday, this weekend’s event is a return to the full-on festivals the HWH is renowned for.

Did I go? No. Was I tempted? Definitely yes, as even though I’ve rather fallen out of love with such events, the festival would have provided the chance to meet up and socialise with friends and acquaintances, many of whom I haven’t seen for 18 months or so.What’s more, the local CAMRA Branch billed the even as their first official, post-lockdown get-together, and whilst I’m no longer a Campaign member, I do like to keep abreast of what’s going on, especially on a local basis.

My reasons for missing out on the
chance of a much needed catch-up, relate to our impending late summer holiday. In 12 days’ time, Mrs PBT’s and I are embarking on a four night cruise on the Cunard Queen Elizabeth. Sailing from Southampton, the cruise will not be leaving UK territorial waters, but after rounding Land’s End, will sail up the Irish Sea to Liverpool. The vessel will then dock, allowing passengers time for a brief look around the city, before sailing back to Southampton.

The cost of the cruise was met from credit accrued from last year’s
cancelled voyage to Hamburg, and it is a break that both of us are very much looking forward to. Given the adverse effect that Covid-19 had on the cruise industry, at the start of the pandemic, the operator is taking no chances, so as well as requiring masks to be worn, in all indoor communal areas, passengers are required to take a lateral-flow test, for Coronavirus, prior to boarding.

And there lies the rub, because although we will receive a full refund, if either of us are refused boarding, due to a positive test, it would still put the mockers on things – and that’s putting it bluntly. It’s a risk we don’t want to take, and whilst I wouldn’t normally, be quite so cautious, the last thing I want is the cancellation of a long anticipated, and much needed holiday.

Cunard advise passengers to avoid potential Covid hot spots, such as large indoor gatherings, for two weeks prior to sailing, just for their own peace of mind, so because of this, you can perhaps understand my reluctance to attend the HWH beer festival. Yes, I know it’s an outdoor event, and the chances of me becoming infected are low, even though nationally infections rates remain high, but at the moment I intend to play safe, so that we can climb that gangplank in confidence, next month.

The real concern, and one that has been swept under the carpet, is infection rates for Covid-19, remain stubbornly high. They have been running at around 30,000 new cases per day for several weeks now; a level ought to be ringing alarm bells. Instead, Covid-19 seems no longer newsworthy, eclipsed first by the Olympics, and now by the debacle surrounding Afghanistan.

Should we be experiencing these sorts of levels, given the undoubted success of the vaccination programme? Infection rates, per 100,000 of population, are far higher than this time last year, which if you think back was a period when many people, including many in the government, thought the worst of the pandemic was behind us.

No one doubts the effectiveness of getting most of us “double-jabbed,” but if the recent experience of Israel is anything to go by, we should be proceeding far more cautiously.  Was it sensible to drop all restrictions, for the sake of a grandiose political gesture? (Johnson’s so-called, and much-vaunted “Freedom Day.”). Would it not have made sense to have least kept certain relatively low-level control measures in place?

I’m talking here about continuing to wear masks in crowded indoor situations, such as supermarkets or whilst using public transport, along with maintaining sensible social distancing and adequate ventilation. I am not talking about re-imposing restrictions on sectors such as hospitality and travel, and I am definitely not advocating another lock-down!

Israel is currently having to reintroduce such measures, even with a vaccine take-up that rivals our own, so have we, like the Israelis, been lulled into a false sense of security by the vaccine?

I really dislike wearing a mask, but without sounding like Mr & Mrs Goody Two-shoes, both Mrs PBT’s and I have continued doing so whilst in supermarkets, as well as on buses and trains. Several work colleagues are doing the same, as is our son Matthew. He works in retail, and whilst mask wearing is no longer mandatory in his store, he feels more secure in doing so, especially as he is still waiting for his second jab.

Two other people I know have adopted the same pre-holiday cautionary approach as us. They are about to fly off on well-earned breaks, and don’t want to be prevented from doing so by showing positive, on a pre-flight lateral-flow Covid test.

South Manchester based blogger Phil, adopts a far more cautionary approach in the latest post on his very readable, and well-presented, Oh Good Ale blog. Titled, Is it safe? Phil doesn’t think so and remains singularly unimpressed with the irreversible nature of the government’s “no going back” approach.

He goes into far more detail on the current situation than I have and makes the good point that what happened with the Alpha (Kent) variant, has happened all over again with the Delta one. He adds that had we nothing more to worry about than the original Wuhan version of Corona, the country would probably be Covid-free by now.

I’m going to leave the matter there for the time being, as unlike Phil I am not going to fret unduly over what may or may not happen. I would say though, that a little more thought and a lot more common sense would go along way to enure that we come out of this situation in a good place, rather than letting the whole cycle repeat itself.

Consequently I intend to continue with a sensible, cautionary and pragmatic approach, even if this does mean not re-engaging with activities and events quite as much as I would otherwise wish – at least not until I have next month’s cruise under my belt.

 

End of the road??

Earlier in August, in a post about the Rock at Chiddingstone Hoath, I wrote about an impending local road closure which would preclude me making any lunchtime visits to the pub, for a period of up to 10 weeks.

Just over two weeks ago the closure came into effect, and since that time Chiddingstone Causeway, the village where I work, has been eerily quiet. Traffic on the normally busy B2027, has been reduced to a trickle, as motorists contend with a tortuous and narrow diversion route, and whilst some residents might welcome the peace and quiet, the loss of passing trade has been having a devastating effect on local businesses.

The Causeway Stores, which is the village shop and post office, has certainly seemed significantly less busy, and the same applies to the Little Brown Jug pub, just up the road. I walk past both establishments most lunchtimes, and the builders vans usually parked outside the shop, are conspicuous by their absence, as the tradesmen are forced to go elsewhere for their “made to order” sandwiches and rolls.

The pub car park, which is normally full to overflowing, has plenty of empty spaces, and the garden too seems empty and devoid of customers. I often call in at the Causeway Stores to pick up the milk for work, and where I would once have to queue in order to get served, I can now walk straight in.

Speaking to the local press, Jodie Hodge who owns the shop said her takings were down £3,000 a week and Gareth Nixon, the manager of the Little Brown Jug, said his custom was down by 50%.

Meanwhile residents of the small community of Bough Beech, a few miles further along the road, in the direction of Edenbridge, have been effectively cut off with no access to the shop, or the rail station, both at Chiddingstone Causeway, and with no bus service which has been cancelled due to the lengthy diversion.

Although the section of road that has been closed covers only a few hundred yards, the official diversion route, using similar B-class roads, is 35-miles long and takes over an hour to complete. Not surprisingly, locals have found a quicker route using narrow back roads, but anyone who has driven along these lanes will tell you they are totally unsuited for the increased volume of traffic. Several work colleagues have already experienced near misses, and the situation is likely to continue until the road reopens.

Yesterday, news broke that the water company responsible, has bowed to pressure and has announced it will lift the closure of the B2027 between Chiddingstone Causeway and Bough Beech, by the end of the week. The Sutton and East Surrey Water Company, are one of the UK's smaller water companies, covering parts of Surrey, Kent and south London. This ranges from Morden and South Croydon in the north to Gatwick Airport in the south and from Cobham, Leatherhead and Dorking in the west to Edenbridge in the east. 

SES, as they like to be known, supplies 160 million litres of clean water every day to over 735,000 people, with groundwater supplies providing the bulk of this water, plus around 15 per cent being extracted from the company’s reservoir at Bough Beech near Edenbridge.

In a statement yesterday, a spokesman for SES said, "We are a local company with a long history in the Bough Beech area and we always strive to be responsive and do what is right in providing our essential public service."

"We have not under-estimated the concern from local people and businesses about the closure of the B2027 in Chiddingstone. Over the last few days, we have been at the site and spent many hours investigating alternative ways to still allow this essential work to continue, but to do so in a way that reduces the impact on the community.”

"We have made good progress so far, having laid more than 200 metres of new pipes, but unfortunately it is not possible at the moment, due to the nature of the work needed in the road, to open one lane with traffic lights, which we recognise would be much less disruptive."

Make what you will of that, as whilst no one doubts that the water main needs replacing, the concerns of local residents and businesses seem to have been ignored, despite what SES claim in their statement.

The fact they have agreed to reopen the road, albeit on a temporary basis, has been down to a petition organised by a woman from Tonbridge, after she found herself unable to reach her mother who lives in Bough Beech, plus pressure from Sevenoaks District Council leader, Peter Fleming, and Tom Tugendhat, the MP for Tonbridge and Malling.

Concern remains though, that the road closure will be reinstated, unless SES can find a way to allow one lane to remain open, under the control of traffic lights. With the closure initially scheduled to last until October, the long-term picture is not looking good for those living and working locally.

Last week I took a wander down to where the work was taking place, to see what was going on, and in the usual grand tradition of the great British workman, not a lot was taking place. The photos speak for themselves, and my observations were also supported by staff from the Causeway Stores who, understandably remain concerned for the future of their business.

The final words come from Councillor Peter Fleming, who said, “As a council we do all we can to support businesses and we really feel for business owners in Chiddingstone Causeway who have been affected by these road closures."

"We have also been working with Kent Highways to see if in future they can influence utility companies’ ways of working with regards to road closures and diversions.”

The answer surely lies in that last sentence, as until faceless utility companies realise their responsibilities to the local community, includes minimising disruption to people and businesses within those communities, we are unfortunately likely to see more of this high-handed behaviour.

 

FUGSCLUB redemption

I called into Fuggles, Tonbridge on Sunday, in order to redeem my £15 FUGSCLUB loyalty voucher. My visit wasn’t quite as intended, as young master Matthew had other plans for the afternoon, and they were plans that didn’t involve his dear old dad!

The pair of us had originally intended to use the voucher for a sampling of some of Fuggle's lagers – brews such as Utopian British Lager, Lost & Grounded Keller Pils, along with whatever foreign “import” that might be on sale, but with time running out, Matthew otherwise engaged, and the voucher expiring at the end of August, I opted for Plan B, instead.            

Plan B was to spend the voucher mainly on takeaway bottles, and grab a cheeky pint in the process – only because it would be rude not to, so shortly before 4pm, I pitched up at Fuggles to see what options were available on the take out front.

The pub-café was reasonably full, although there were still several free tables, but before choosing one, I inquired at the bar about spending my voucher and then choosing a few suitable bottles to take home with me.

My choice was a conservative one, and having noticed a couple of bottles of Schlenkerla Märzen lurking in the fridge, I immediately laid claim to them. Aecht Schlenkerla is by far the smokiest of Bamberg’s famous Rauchbiers, and seems quite hard to come by at the moment, so that choice was a no-brainer.

I also opted for another Bavarian beer, this time in the form of Tegernseer Hell, a pale but very satisfying beer brewed at Brauhaus Tegernsee, on the shores of the large Alpine Tegernsee Lake.  A day trip out to Tegernsee, on the privately operated BOB train, has been a regular feature of summer visits to Munich, for both Matthew and I.

The chance to enjoy a few mugs of this locally produced beer in the atmospheric beerhall, along with a plate of hearty Bavarian food, is not one to be missed, so with these memories in mind a bottle of Tegernseer Hell will go down very well.

My third choice was a bottle of Westmalle Tripel; another beer that is hard to get hold of. Waitrose stock the much darker Dubbel, but Westmalle Tripel regularly features in lists of the world’s top beers.

Those four bottles came to a little under £15, so with my initial plan of a crafty pint, still very much in mind, and an extra four quid to pay, I looked at the board to decide what to order. Should I go for keg and try the Utopian British Lager, or should I remain loyal to cask?

After four and a half decades of loyalty to the latter, it seemed hard to abandon it now, even though the fact I am no longer a CAMRA member means no longer being bound to the strictures of the mother church, as Ed Wray would put it.

Cask it was then, in the form of Mosaic – a single hop beer from Downlands Brewery.  I am not normally a fan of single hop beers, as they can be somewhat one-dimensional, but being aware that Mosaic is a hop variety with some interesting flavours, I thought I’d give it a try. The beer was perfectly drinkable, and in excellent condition, but if I’m brutally honest, this particular brew didn’t really do it for me.

I left it at just the one beer, as I knew that Mrs PBT’s was putting together a meal of lamb kebabs with rice, pittas and salad, at home. I certainly didn’t want to be late, and neither did I want more than one beer, due to the risk of falling asleep in the armchair afterwards - a big, no, no as far as the lady of the house is concerned,

I sat there finishing my beer, taking in the comings and goings, along with the ambience of a summer Sunday afternoon. What I observed reinforced my feelings that Fuggles is a very pleasant place for a paced and moderate, afternoon’s drinking. It is a definite asset to the town, and it’s good to see the place up and trading again after the turmoil of the last 18 months. 

I was also pleased to have made good use of my loyalty voucher, which in effect was reward for me sticking with Fuggles, throughout the tumultuous months of late winter and early spring, when the only way they were able to trade was by means of home deliveries and schemes such as FUGSCLUB.