Wonderful
My apologies for not having blogged for a while but it's all been a bit hectic here. The Swift One has been flowing out the door like there's no tomorrow and the Quiver Bitter has also been very well received, though as it has only been on sale for a week, it's a little too soon to gauge opinion on it. The great thing is that we can be swayed by the consensus of opinion and alter the brew to suit. Now I know that there is no such thing as pleasing all of the people, all of the time but it is nice to please some of the people all of the time. But having said that, the discerning drinker is a fickle beast, so we will probably end up pleasing some of the people some of the time. Confused? I know I am.
A multitude of thanks and blessings to all of the pubs that have taken our beer. Just have a look at the beer finder section to see just how many publicans have taken the plunge and purchased something they've never tasted or even seen before. Not quite blind faith I know, but I think it is a bit brave and should be appreciated. Thank you ladies and gentlemen. It's thanks to these wonderful people that for the first time I've used the bank paying in book and not just the cheque book. Phew!
We had a few people over for a taste of the beer a week or so ago. It was just for the people who are associated with the farm complex here and it was a good way of getting to know neighbours and also a way of saying thanks for all the help we've received since we first arrived. It would have been bloody difficult without the loan of a forklift on several occasions and totally impossible without the assistance of the team, Katherine and Andrew and of course John and Elizabeth. We will be having a bigger bash sometime in the spring but that's a long way away.
There should be some news on a third beer called 'Wallops Wood' in the next few weeks but at the moment we are having to concentrate on the Swift One and the Quiver Bitter.
And now......... It's the Wallops Wood Nature page
I had a wonderful close encounter of the Buzzard kind a couple of days ago. I was taking Cara the dog for a short walk towards the offices, when a pair of Buzzards flew out, very low, from the massive Beech trees that run close to the lane. When I say close, I mean they were wheeling about not more than thirty feet above me. They kept this up for four or five minutes and I could pick out all the details of their plumage and even the glorious orange of their eyes. We just stood, stock still, while they just flew around us. It was totally captivating. Many years ago, as a child, I used to walk with my parents along some of the ancient tracks that criss cross Wiltshire. Mum and I always thrilled to see Buzzards, as in those days they were a hell of a lot rarer than they are today. We would always listen out for their mewling and watch them rising, ever higher, on a thermal updraft until they were just mere specks in the clear blue sky.
Mum died over four years ago now and the morning after her death I walked up the lane that runs passed my house. As I crested the hill a pair of Buzzards flew out from the trees and as I walked they wheeled and turned above me, crying and mewling all the time, never more than a few hundred feet away. Mums spirit perhaps?
I'm rather fond of Buzzards.
A multitude of thanks and blessings to all of the pubs that have taken our beer. Just have a look at the beer finder section to see just how many publicans have taken the plunge and purchased something they've never tasted or even seen before. Not quite blind faith I know, but I think it is a bit brave and should be appreciated. Thank you ladies and gentlemen. It's thanks to these wonderful people that for the first time I've used the bank paying in book and not just the cheque book. Phew!
We had a few people over for a taste of the beer a week or so ago. It was just for the people who are associated with the farm complex here and it was a good way of getting to know neighbours and also a way of saying thanks for all the help we've received since we first arrived. It would have been bloody difficult without the loan of a forklift on several occasions and totally impossible without the assistance of the team, Katherine and Andrew and of course John and Elizabeth. We will be having a bigger bash sometime in the spring but that's a long way away.
There should be some news on a third beer called 'Wallops Wood' in the next few weeks but at the moment we are having to concentrate on the Swift One and the Quiver Bitter.
And now......... It's the Wallops Wood Nature page
I had a wonderful close encounter of the Buzzard kind a couple of days ago. I was taking Cara the dog for a short walk towards the offices, when a pair of Buzzards flew out, very low, from the massive Beech trees that run close to the lane. When I say close, I mean they were wheeling about not more than thirty feet above me. They kept this up for four or five minutes and I could pick out all the details of their plumage and even the glorious orange of their eyes. We just stood, stock still, while they just flew around us. It was totally captivating. Many years ago, as a child, I used to walk with my parents along some of the ancient tracks that criss cross Wiltshire. Mum and I always thrilled to see Buzzards, as in those days they were a hell of a lot rarer than they are today. We would always listen out for their mewling and watch them rising, ever higher, on a thermal updraft until they were just mere specks in the clear blue sky.
Mum died over four years ago now and the morning after her death I walked up the lane that runs passed my house. As I crested the hill a pair of Buzzards flew out from the trees and as I walked they wheeled and turned above me, crying and mewling all the time, never more than a few hundred feet away. Mums spirit perhaps?
I'm rather fond of Buzzards.
