Delightful!
It's been a good week, with a couple more customers to add to the beer finder and several more in the offing for next week. It was great to speak with Tim at The Cuckoo yesterday. I haven't spoken to him for months and months and he's been doing some work on the pub. The major work has been in the Tap Room. Nice stillage Tim!
The later part of the week was quite hectic here. The volume of sales took us rather by surprise and we actually ran out of beer for the first half of the week. There was of course another brew of Swift One following along but it wasn't quite ready to go, so we sat on it until Thursday. It is of course rather embarrassing to have a brewery with no beer but as we said right at the start, "if it ain't ready we ain't gonna sell it!" It's much better to keep people waiting a few days than to fob them off with horribly green beer that should have sat in the conditioning vessel for a few more days.
In the fermentation vessels at the moment are brews of Swift One and Quiver Bitter. I've had to cool the Quiver Bitter down a bit this morning as it's going like a train and was in danger of over heating. The vessels have jackets for the chilled water so it's just a case of turning a switch. You can actually set the temperature you want it to go down to so dropping it a degree an hour is wonderfully simple. Luxury! And now.....
Spring was put on hold this week by the arrival of an inch or so of wet snow. It didn't stop for all that long but it was enough to stop the Skylarks ascending crazily into the heavens everytime a patch of blue sky appears. They really are amazing little creatures with that ability to fly almost out of sight and at the same time belt out that incredibly beatiful song. There's a rather nice description in one of my bird books that I thought you might like.
The Skylark rises from the ground with a special fluttering flight, singing as it ascends to great heights, hovering and circling. It sings through most of the descent, at the end plummeting silently to earth with folded wings.
Who says text books can't be poetical?
The later part of the week was quite hectic here. The volume of sales took us rather by surprise and we actually ran out of beer for the first half of the week. There was of course another brew of Swift One following along but it wasn't quite ready to go, so we sat on it until Thursday. It is of course rather embarrassing to have a brewery with no beer but as we said right at the start, "if it ain't ready we ain't gonna sell it!" It's much better to keep people waiting a few days than to fob them off with horribly green beer that should have sat in the conditioning vessel for a few more days.
In the fermentation vessels at the moment are brews of Swift One and Quiver Bitter. I've had to cool the Quiver Bitter down a bit this morning as it's going like a train and was in danger of over heating. The vessels have jackets for the chilled water so it's just a case of turning a switch. You can actually set the temperature you want it to go down to so dropping it a degree an hour is wonderfully simple. Luxury! And now.....
Spring was put on hold this week by the arrival of an inch or so of wet snow. It didn't stop for all that long but it was enough to stop the Skylarks ascending crazily into the heavens everytime a patch of blue sky appears. They really are amazing little creatures with that ability to fly almost out of sight and at the same time belt out that incredibly beatiful song. There's a rather nice description in one of my bird books that I thought you might like.
The Skylark rises from the ground with a special fluttering flight, singing as it ascends to great heights, hovering and circling. It sings through most of the descent, at the end plummeting silently to earth with folded wings.
Who says text books can't be poetical?
