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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.
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