It’s an early start leaving Kettering around 8:30am. Today we are without Parker, so we are travelling in the Pharp machine with its built-in methane fuelled boosters. We are joined today by Bogsnorkle making his second trip of the season, although his first experience being in a confined space with Pharp. As it was a long journey back down to Dorset for the third time we stopped off for a fry up at the Little Chef. They say a man is what he eats, so it will come as no surprise to learn that we all went for the Olympic breakfast. The down side of this is that baked beans were included; this on top of last night’s mushy peas, Pharp was potentially volatile. Half an hour later and we were on our way to the first supping session.Wayland Sixpenny brewery, located in the middle of a farm yard. The Weebles were already downing their second pint, in the incredibly small taproom only about 8 foot square. There were 9 punters already leaning against the walls when the PRATS all piled in. Fuggles ordered 3 pints of Sixpenny Gold, from the back Pharp asked if they sold Doombar, within an instant a very loud hooter was sounded. That was the first £1 in the swear box, I tried to explain that we don’t like Bloody Doombar, again the hooter sounded, that was another £2 in the swear box. Then before we had a chance to pay for our beers, Pharp’s phone rang, off the hooter went yet again and yet another £1. So we are already £4 down and we haven’t paid for our beer yet. In the end Pharp had a pint of 6d Best; needless to say we kept very quiet for the next few minutes. The Gold was a delightful gold coloured ale and quite refreshing at 4.2%, with a hint of citrus, very nice and in good condition. The 6d Best is a fairly typical session ale rich amber coloured with a strength of 3.8%, hints of hops and malt were well balanced. Pharp’s internal system was now ready, fully primed to unleash it on the unsuspecting locals. A volley of rasping perps continued unrelenting to shatter the peace and quiet of the farmyard ambience. The locals were ducking for cover, they didn’t have the courage to come up for air to sound the hooter, it would have been drowned out anyway. After about five minutes things settled down. Pharp was popping a few pills, Citra asked what sort of pills they were, to which Pharp replied, “they are anti-inflammatory pills”, to which Citra countered, “does that prevent you from setting fire to your underpants?”, which roused much chortling from the locals. Next up, everyone went for the same again, except Fuggles who tried the Sixpenny IPA, it was ok, quite sweet, very much like drinking barley sugars sweets. A slight haze coming in at 5.2%. There was another Sixpenny ale on the bar Cranbourne Chaser but no one had that. The hand pumps were quite intriguing; the pump clips were all on the wrong pump. If you pointed to a pump clip of the ale you wanted they pulled an entirely different pump, bizarre, but the locals loved it. This is a very nice set up, small and unassuming. Very rustic, and would look forward to coming back here sometime in the future, however, they are moving to new premises in due course, so maybe not. Time to move on, we left the Weebles there and moved on to Dorchester.
Brewhouse & Kitchen
Avenue Stadium home of the Magpies is a very nice set up, built next to Tesco and is owned by the Duchy of Cornwall, nice one Charlie. During the last 45 minutes of our last match we scored 7 goals; we continued in this style and were 2 up within 15 minutes, 9 goals in 60 minutes, marvellous. It was 3-1 by half time and finished 4-1. A good day at the office, unfortunately, other results didn’t go our way so we’ll be plying our trade again in this league. Time to go home, but not before we had a good end of season session at the Towcester Mill