This weekend was not one for camping and bike rides, but in the name of beer drinking it had to be done.
Having never been to the pub with no name before let alone their beer festival, it was a bit of a punt.
Saturday aft
ernoon started at the girlfriend’s house and it seemed the weather might just hold out for our 4 mile cycle up to Hampshire’s highest pub. Just as we’d packed the tent and the rest of our cobber, the clouds loomed at the havens opened. Never the less we braved the damp conditions. After climbing a couple of hundred feet on bikes in the rain it seemed like we’d travelled 40 miles.
Once we were there it was 4 o’clock and the place was already buzzing. We pitched our tent and headed for that other tent full of Ale!
First on the menu was Fever Pitch from the Yates brewery in northern Cumbria. It is advertised as a “real lager”, but in fact it is an ale that is light and hopped using varieties more widely used in lagers. This is probably the best beer I had all night. Although it was light and drinkable, it also had a bitterness and flowery aroma that fitted together well. My thirst and desperation for a pint may have blurred my rating of this beer.
Later I tried Doris’ 90th a beer I tried when I visited the Hesket Newmaket Brewery in Cumbria earlier in the year. It is a lovely warming ale, slightly sweet and creamy. There seemed to be a large number of beers from the North West possibly due to the pub owner also having holiday cottages in the Lake District.
My next blog will be about the Hesket Newmarket Brewery which is community owned.
Back in Hampshire, the festival was getting more busy and the queue for beer getting ever longer. By about 9.45 we heard that they had stopped selling beer tokens. This could only mean one thing. THEY ARE RUNNING OUT OF BEER! I joint the queue and spent my last few pink slips.
By 10.15 the beer had gone and the party. Everyone abandoned the queues and headed towards the music. The mixed crowd seemed to enjoy the oldie and modern rock covers.
Even taking in to consideration the appalling weather (which continued the next day), a good time was had by all. Who needs Glastonbury when you’ve got the pub
with no name (and no beer).
Having never been to the pub with no name before let alone their beer festival, it was a bit of a punt.
Saturday aft
ernoon started at the girlfriend’s house and it seemed the weather might just hold out for our 4 mile cycle up to Hampshire’s highest pub. Just as we’d packed the tent and the rest of our cobber, the clouds loomed at the havens opened. Never the less we braved the damp conditions. After climbing a couple of hundred feet on bikes in the rain it seemed like we’d travelled 40 miles.Once we were there it was 4 o’clock and the place was already buzzing. We pitched our tent and headed for that other tent full of Ale!
First on the menu was Fever Pitch from the Yates brewery in northern Cumbria. It is advertised as a “real lager”, but in fact it is an ale that is light and hopped using varieties more widely used in lagers. This is probably the best beer I had all night. Although it was light and drinkable, it also had a bitterness and flowery aroma that fitted together well. My thirst and desperation for a pint may have blurred my rating of this beer.
Later I tried Doris’ 90th a beer I tried when I visited the Hesket Newmaket Brewery in Cumbria earlier in the year. It is a lovely warming ale, slightly sweet and creamy. There seemed to be a large number of beers from the North West possibly due to the pub owner also having holiday cottages in the Lake District.
My next blog will be about the Hesket Newmarket Brewery which is community owned.
Back in Hampshire, the festival was getting more busy and the queue for beer getting ever longer. By about 9.45 we heard that they had stopped selling beer tokens. This could only mean one thing. THEY ARE RUNNING OUT OF BEER! I joint the queue and spent my last few pink slips.
By 10.15 the beer had gone and the party. Everyone abandoned the queues and headed towards the music. The mixed crowd seemed to enjoy the oldie and modern rock covers.
Even taking in to consideration the appalling weather (which continued the next day), a good time was had by all. Who needs Glastonbury when you’ve got the pub
with no name (and no beer).
