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The Queen’s Quackers go Missing - 18 August 2008

The three ducks on the fence outside the pub were removed on Friday night. They had been there for a long time and were featured in the advertising for the pub. “I was livid when I discovered they were missing,” said Alan Randall, their owner and landlord of the Queen’s Head, “and I really want them back.”

It appears that there is more to this than just casual vandalism as on Sunday morning, Alan had an e-mail from their kidnappers claiming they had been taken abroad.

With at least three ex-policemen in the village, it shouldn’t be too difficult to solve the matter. Asked whether there were any distinguishing features, Alan said they looked like ducks, each one having dark legs, webbed feet and a bill but unusually for ducks, they were made of wood.

If you have seen any of these ducks (pictured below) or can help in their return, let Alan know.

A Weekend in Brandeston - 20 to 22 June 2008

Alan Randall

It seemed like such a good idea. Let’s have a beer festival and let’s do it on the same weekend as the fete. Let’s also do a hog roast, have some jazz and finish the beer off in the summer sun. These were the plans we put in place back in January of this year.

Rumours started that the fete was interested in moving to raise awareness and I was interested in its arrival as I love to see people in the pub and its grounds. Also all those people could help drink my beer, or all those beer drinkers could spend money at the fete to help the village!!!!!

Now as plans set off at a pace, we all ran around doing our own organising. As you are aware, staffing was an issue as of May for me. No problem, the travellers Dan and Jodie are back with Jodie on parade once again. First hurdle sorted!

Beers were ordered and people are booking for the hog. It’s all falling into place, I think.

Beer choice is a real hard thing. Some like it strong, some like it pale, some like it dark and others prefer it to be hoppy. With any choice, you will never please everyone. The barrels were ordered on rather a conservative side. With this being our first, we needed to be confident we sold all the beer. We also needed to show people that we knew our beer and were capable of doing such an event. My choice is the same as most people round here - why change when we are lucky enough to have one of the best bitters around. We are also lucky to have a brewery a couple of miles down the road that produces a superb beer from local ingredients. Beat that for carbon footprint.

Fast forward to the day of the fete and I wake up to see the weather. Of all the planning, the weather was one thing someone with my contacts couldn’t sort. Well someone must have been listening because as the afternoon moved along, so did the weather - beer a plenty and people spending at the fete. It gives you a real sense of achievement to see people enjoying themselves and taking in the day’s events. It couldn’t have been better.  It was amazing to see the look on everyone’s faces as people in cars slowed down, drove in and spent money. Steve on the BBQ; Mrs Baker and Co in the tea shed; Lucy pushing the barrow around with bottles of booze; even Peter Arbon, tucked in the corner, making money with his event. We got through the afternoon and moved into the evening and set about looking after our guests for dinner. Early mornings equal late nights and off to bed we go at 1:00 am. The hog roast man is asleep as he has the pleasure of firing up the oven at 8:00 am.

I open the curtains on Sunday to be met with the most amazing sight that I couldn’t have wished more for: bright skies with wind! The tents are flapping in the wind, but we have sun, yipppeeee!!!! We move into lunch and reflect on our achievements yesterday and what the day ahead has for us. No time to reflect, the pub is filling quicker than life rafts on the Titanic. As we finish lunch, it is all tables outside so that the 144 people who need feeding don’t go hungry. Barn doors are opened and chairs come out and get positioned. The jazz fills the air and the smell of that hog is amazing. People come and collect tickets from the miserable landlord (me) who is handing them out like a man who is trying to remain calm. The bar is still busy, but that’s okay because that will calm down soon. Oh no it won’t!!!! They keep coming and we can’t find a clean glass anywhere. Jodie is released from the bar to help clear tables and get food out. Mum and Dad, along with their friends they bought down for a leisurely afternoon of hog roast, are thrust onto the salad counter. Steve and Arthur set about carving whilst Maria keeps up to date with the salads and puddings.

Jane is knee deep in glasses, ice, wine and empty bottles. Usually her idea of fun, but she was not in relaxing mode at this time.

Well I don’t know how we did it but all are fed and watered. Only another 50 to do and we are home and dry. Sorry! 50? Yes, that’s right, the quiz night that was coming in was organised by the girls to raise funds for the Ghurkha welfare trust and Oxfam. All those participating were treated to one of Steve’s Thai chicken curries.

Anyway, don’t drift off - we still have a garden that looks like a festival has taken place. Tables, cups, plates and chairs find their rightful place and the pub looks like someone owns it again. We wave Arthur off as he makes his merry way home, knowing that he will be back in August to do it all over again.

As we take it all in, I think we actually realise what we have just achieved. I have just had the best weekend of my Brandeston life. I had the best team I could have asked for helping me and the best customers any village pub could want. I thank everyone involved, and all those that spent what must have felt like the entire weekend with us. You know who you are.

The big question remains, would we do it again? Many times over the weekend I thought no way. The time the beer fizzed all over the ceiling when I tapped the barrels, the time we ran out of coffee cups or the time the rain came on Saturday morning. Now I sit here and reflect, of course I would.

A weekend like this one has to have drama for us to thrive upon. It has to keep us on the edge. But what it proves is that as a village, if we try we can actually achieve. We all had our jobs and we all got on with them and didn’t ask questions. I thank all those involved in the fete for putting faith in it coming to the pub. I thank Chris Macarthur for his organisational qualities. I thank everyone that came and spent money all over the weekend.

Two more people to thank. Eileen for being brave enough to say yes when Darryl asked and one to Dr Fletcher. He did me proud.

Photos: MP&D; June 2008

The Queen’s Head Hog Roast and Jazz Band - 22 June 2008

Alan can make good weather happen! The Hog Roast and Jazz on the last day of the Beer Festival and Fete was a lovely day in the grounds of the Queen’s Head. The garden looked festive as the tents were still up from the fete – apart from one. Alan’s luck with weather is not always perfect; with seven or eight big tents and gazebos on his front lawn, what weather condition would he really not want ..... gales! So, that’s exactly what we had on Sunday morning. We noticed some fabric flapping on one of the tents and when we were fixing it, the other end, thirty feet away, collapsed under the force of the wind. Some emergency dismantling with the help of Arthur (the hog roaster) and Peter from across the Street stopped it blowing away completely and possibly damaging the other tents. Unfortunately, some of the poles bent and the plastic joints broke so it’s just good for spares now.

By the time the Hog Roast got under way, the weather was sunny and warm. The Brandeston Pickles jazz band was playing in the shade of the big tent and people started pouring into the grounds. Tables and chairs were moved out of the restaurant to help seat over 100 people. The different beers from the festival were still available. Arthur, the Randalls’ family friend, roasted the pig while Steve Cannell and his team in the kitchen prepared the salads and puddings. The attentive staff as ever provided excellent service.

This was a good end to a terrific weekend – a warm and sunny afternoon in the gardens of a country pub in England with good food, good beer and lots of people just having a relaxing time with friends and family.

The Brandeston Pickles

Waiting for lunch

Tiger and friends

The Salads

The Diners

One of the families

The Brandeston Pickles

Waiting for lunch

Tiger and friends

The Salads

The Diners

One of the families

Another family

Peter and June

Mike

Greg

Catherine

Another family

Peter and June

Mike

Greg

Catherine

Brandeston Beer Festival - 20, 21 and 22 June 2008

If you throw hops, malted barley, yeast and water together you eventually end up with beer. It seems essentially to be a very simple process and one that has been around for a very long time. It’s amazing, therefore, how frequently it can go wrong and, as far as most home brews are concerned, very wrong. My father-in-law went through a phase a long time ago of making homebrew. On one visit, I was offered a glass of his “really good” beer. I said that I didn’t like to taste the yeast, which is often the case with home brewed beer, but I was assured that his beer was not like that and was more or less perfect. I think he must have been drinking too much of it because I could smell the yeast as soon as I went to drink it and the overwhelming impression? Well, it was of yeast, of course. I finished the glass but that was the last time I’ve had homebrew.

For a long time, I stopped drinking Adnams Best because it tended to give me the mother and father of all headaches and while in my younger drinking days, a hangover was a minor side effect and possibly a badge of honour for a good night out, there comes a time when the unfortunate but seemingly unavoidable secondary effects become more significant than the primary effect. Lagers, wines and G&Ts were the substitutes but in recent time, I’ve moved back to Adnams and the side effects don’t seem to happen as often nor to the same extent as they used to.

So, the Brandeston Beer Festival, the excellent backdrop to the village fete at the Queen’s Head, was an event where a variety of beers could be sampled on our doorstep without worrying about how to get home - very much like the village hall’s Wine Club, really.

Unlike homebrews which always go wrong, all these beers were well produced. That’s not to say that all the beers tasted good or that I would spend an evening in their company. There were definitely some winners but there were also some odd tasting ones among them.

Brains from Cardiff was a good place to start. I’d never liked it much – we had Hancocks (another Cardiff brewery) or Felinfoel (from near Llanelli and on one occasion a guest beer at the Cretingham Bell) locally. I quite enjoyed it but there could be a bit of bias in this. It reminded me a little of Adnams but without the depth of flavour.

Festival Beers

Wickwar Brewery, Station Porter 6.1%

St Austell, Tribute 4.2%%

Copper Dragon, Golden Pippen 3.9%

Arundel ASD  4.5%

Oakleaf Brewery, I cant believe its not bitter 4.9%

Westons Organic Cider 7.2%

Brains SA 4.2%

Wells and Youngs bitter 3.7%

Mauldons, Suffolk Pride 4.8%

Earl Soham Brewery, Victoria bitter 3.6%

Earl Soham Brewery, Brandeston Gold 4.5%

The Adnams Range on the Bar

Bitter, 3.7%

Broadside, 4.7%

Expolrer, 4.3%

East Green, 4.0%

Regatta, 4.3%

Tally Ho, 7.0%

My fellow taster didn’t get past the first sip.

My favourite without any doubt was the St Austell beer. It clearly travels well and was easy to drink. My fellow taster thought it was fruity and tasty. We both had more of this than any of the others.

This can’t be said of the Youngs beer. Youngs always tastes pretty good on a trip to London but this one was slightly thin and tending to be flat. The bouquet, as some of the wine tasters would say, was of a dirty dishcloth. It was just not pleasant and not to my taste. Unlike the St Austell brew, the A12 was a road too far for this beer.

My fellow taster thought the Mauldons beer was fruity and fragrant and reminiscent of Adnams Regatta.

Brandeston Gold, made from our own Victor’s malted barley, was good and can be found locally.

Then there was Adnams East Green – a carbon neutral beer. This sort of thing is an absolute, major turnoff for me. There’s a restaurant in Southwold with a menu that shows how many food miles each dish has consumed alongside its price. It just doesn’t do anything for me and makes me cross by implying that if I eat there, I will save the planet. I won’t eat there, not because I don’t want the planet saved nor that I don’t like local food. I just don’t want it pushed down my throat and any restaurant would do more for the planet by not being there in the first place. East Green seems to be trying to do the same but Adnams, I feel, forgot to add flavour presumably because it would be carbon negative to do so. Some of the comments at the brief tasting were anodyne, watery and unpleasant. Someone did think that it had a hint of Adnams flavour.

That was about it on the tasting; we didn’t get around them all and we forgot to write things down at times. We tried to start again at the Hog Roast but decided that Adnams Best was actually what it said – the best - and we stuck to it for most of the afternoon before drifting into the G&Ts when I felt that I was drowning. What was remarkable was the variation in flavour, bitterness and alcohol content across the 18 beers of this event and if I lived in any of the areas where the festival beers were made, I would enjoy them tremendously but the great thing about the Queen’s Head event was that we could compare others with our own Adnams. Alan did an excellent job of nursing them through the three days and the black bags containing ice helped to keep the barrels in cellar-like conditions.

The Festival was an excellent event and good fun. Roll on next year when we’ll do a better job of getting around the beers and taking notes.

If anyone else want to write a piece about the event, please send it to me and I’ll add it to this review.

Outside the Queen

Chris and Richard

If only .....

Sarah and Daniel

Marian and Mary

Tiger, Pete and Tim

Outside the Queen

Chris and Richard

If only .....

Sarah and Daniel

Marian and Mary

Tiger, Pete and Tim

New Year’s Eve 2007

At the bar

At the bar

Gangsters from Kettleburgh