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02-01-2022, 23:18
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Ladies and gentlemen, boys, and girls, here at last is my review of 2021, from the perspective of the themes of beer and travel. As with the preceding year, 2021was very much a year disrupted by the Coronavirus known as Covid-19, and the impact this pesky little piece of RNA had upon everyone’s plans, dreams, and general well-being, to say nothing of their general lives, is something that cannot be over-estimated. The year got off to a poor start, with pubs, bars, restaurants, leisure clubs and other indoor places where people gather to socialise, shut for the first quarter of the year. The one ray of sunshine that seemingly offered a way out of this mess, was the development and roll-out of a number of anti-Covid vaccinations.
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On a deeply personal note, I lost my dear old dad on 6th January, (Twelfth Night). He was six months short of his 90th birthday, and whilst his death was attributed to Covid, the family’s belief was advancing Alzheimer’s was the prime cause of his death, rather than Coronavirus. As one of the two executorsof dad’s will, I was left to make the funeral arrangements, and to start sorting the estate out. This is because the other executor was the elder of my two sisters, and she lives in the United States.
The funeral took place at the Breckland Crematorium, at Scoulton, just outside the Norfolk town of Watton, which is close to where my parents spent the last quarter century of their lives. With strict lock-down procedures in place, there were equally strict rules governing the funeral. Sadly, the only people in attendance, apart from the funeral directors and staff, were my immediate family and that of my younger sister.
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By April, the UK government felt sufficiently confident to begin a gradual easing of restrictions, in their so-called “Roadmap out of lock-down.” People were allowed to gather in outdoor settings, such as pub gardens, or restaurants equipped with similar facilities. Fortunately, April was a mainly dry month, but it was definitely on the cold side!
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Inmid-April, I passed a major milestone in my life, by reaching state retirement age, qualifying, on top of my pension, for a pass entitling me to free bus travel. Six months later, I switched to part-time working, along with a new position. I now work just three days a week and am enjoying my newfound sense of freedom.
The highlight of the year for both Mrs PBT’s and I was a four-night cruise to Liverpool and back, on the Queen Elizabeth. This was part of the Cunard group’s “return to cruising” programme, which involved a number of strict anti-Covid protocols.
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None of this mattered to Eileen and me as it was just nice to get away from it all, whilst enjoying being pampered onboard ship. Beer-wise, I brought a stash of cans onboard with me, Pilsner Urquelland Hawkshead Pale, to supplement the rather expensive beers available on the ship. There was a range of three beers, specially brewed for Cunard by Wiltshire-based, Dark Revolution. These were well worth trying despite the premium price, with the Cunard Black – Biscotti Breakfast Stout, worthy of special mention..
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The four nights we spent on the Queen Elizabeth, plus the night in Winchester, prior to sailing, represented the only time away from home, during 2021. That represents an all-time low for me as, although I managed to get some walking in, and finished several more sections along North Downs Way, unlike the previous year there were no overnight stops.
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The following afternoon I attended my company’s Christmas dinner, in the slightly less opulent setting of the Little Brown Jug, at Chiddingstone Causeway. There was more excellent food on offer although after the previous evening’s excesses, I went very easy on the beer. After missing out last Christmas, due to the pandemic, it was good to spend time with colleagues, enjoying each other’s company, in a non- work-related setting. Finally, unlike pre-pandemic times, there are no special category awards, loosely-based around the “Golden Pints“ idea that has been running for the past 10 years or more. There is still a:
Best Day Out - Stockport.
Best Location(s) to Enjoy a Beer - Elephant’s Head, Hook Green & Rock Inn, Chiddingstone Hoath.
Best New Pub Find - Miner's Arms, Dunton Green.
Best Beer on Home Turf - Harvey’s Sussex Best, but that’s about it.
As for 2022, after the past two years I’m keeping my mouth shut and saying nothing. I’m sure I’m not the only person who’s thinking this way, either!
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Ladies and gentlemen, boys, and girls, here at last is my review of 2021, from the perspective of the themes of beer and travel. As with the preceding year, 2021was very much a year disrupted by the Coronavirus known as Covid-19, and the impact this pesky little piece of RNA had upon everyone’s plans, dreams, and general well-being, to say nothing of their general lives, is something that cannot be over-estimated. The year got off to a poor start, with pubs, bars, restaurants, leisure clubs and other indoor places where people gather to socialise, shut for the first quarter of the year. The one ray of sunshine that seemingly offered a way out of this mess, was the development and roll-out of a number of anti-Covid vaccinations.
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On a deeply personal note, I lost my dear old dad on 6th January, (Twelfth Night). He was six months short of his 90th birthday, and whilst his death was attributed to Covid, the family’s belief was advancing Alzheimer’s was the prime cause of his death, rather than Coronavirus. As one of the two executorsof dad’s will, I was left to make the funeral arrangements, and to start sorting the estate out. This is because the other executor was the elder of my two sisters, and she lives in the United States.
The funeral took place at the Breckland Crematorium, at Scoulton, just outside the Norfolk town of Watton, which is close to where my parents spent the last quarter century of their lives. With strict lock-down procedures in place, there were equally strict rules governing the funeral. Sadly, the only people in attendance, apart from the funeral directors and staff, were my immediate family and that of my younger sister.
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By April, the UK government felt sufficiently confident to begin a gradual easing of restrictions, in their so-called “Roadmap out of lock-down.” People were allowed to gather in outdoor settings, such as pub gardens, or restaurants equipped with similar facilities. Fortunately, April was a mainly dry month, but it was definitely on the cold side!
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Inmid-April, I passed a major milestone in my life, by reaching state retirement age, qualifying, on top of my pension, for a pass entitling me to free bus travel. Six months later, I switched to part-time working, along with a new position. I now work just three days a week and am enjoying my newfound sense of freedom.
The highlight of the year for both Mrs PBT’s and I was a four-night cruise to Liverpool and back, on the Queen Elizabeth. This was part of the Cunard group’s “return to cruising” programme, which involved a number of strict anti-Covid protocols.
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None of this mattered to Eileen and me as it was just nice to get away from it all, whilst enjoying being pampered onboard ship. Beer-wise, I brought a stash of cans onboard with me, Pilsner Urquelland Hawkshead Pale, to supplement the rather expensive beers available on the ship. There was a range of three beers, specially brewed for Cunard by Wiltshire-based, Dark Revolution. These were well worth trying despite the premium price, with the Cunard Black – Biscotti Breakfast Stout, worthy of special mention..
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The four nights we spent on the Queen Elizabeth, plus the night in Winchester, prior to sailing, represented the only time away from home, during 2021. That represents an all-time low for me as, although I managed to get some walking in, and finished several more sections along North Downs Way, unlike the previous year there were no overnight stops.
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https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhbtsKoD1kUs1lDuabXZEH_m2yHaAkMs0pUP1oWREC-L4pO6dv5uEW0cmQZ0_l1dYsCJ7Meq1Y4FJwU5GbL9QYQRUeLmS Wz3YGweTbOG-wI0OK__ev3MG104CebI2IkNrHe_OduYd9YtcZDmN7nVWsEHaGc-9SG81ptcsPDqftdQoUjcoY4JHukii2t=w400-h225 (https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhbtsKoD1kUs1lDuabXZEH_m2yHaAkMs0pUP1oWREC-L4pO6dv5uEW0cmQZ0_l1dYsCJ7Meq1Y4FJwU5GbL9QYQRUeLmS Wz3YGweTbOG-wI0OK__ev3MG104CebI2IkNrHe_OduYd9YtcZDmN7nVWsEHaGc-9SG81ptcsPDqftdQoUjcoY4JHukii2t=s3861)There were two more highlights to 2021, the first one being the “Codgers’” trip to Stockport, for a “Proper Day Out.” This represented my first long-distance rail trip for 18 months – the last one having taken place about three weeks prior to country going into lock-down. That too was a “Proper Day Out” with Burton-on-Trent the destination.
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The following afternoon I attended my company’s Christmas dinner, in the slightly less opulent setting of the Little Brown Jug, at Chiddingstone Causeway. There was more excellent food on offer although after the previous evening’s excesses, I went very easy on the beer. After missing out last Christmas, due to the pandemic, it was good to spend time with colleagues, enjoying each other’s company, in a non- work-related setting. Finally, unlike pre-pandemic times, there are no special category awards, loosely-based around the “Golden Pints“ idea that has been running for the past 10 years or more. There is still a:
Best Day Out - Stockport.
Best Location(s) to Enjoy a Beer - Elephant’s Head, Hook Green & Rock Inn, Chiddingstone Hoath.
Best New Pub Find - Miner's Arms, Dunton Green.
Best Beer on Home Turf - Harvey’s Sussex Best, but that’s about it.
As for 2022, after the past two years I’m keeping my mouth shut and saying nothing. I’m sure I’m not the only person who’s thinking this way, either!
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