Well it wasn’t the best of weather but at least it wasn’t raining. I got there early-ish on the first day so there wasn’t tumultus crowds fighting to be served at the various stalls. Now it was a food and drink festival so I thought I’d better have a look around at the foodie stalls before I got too wasted. All the produce was locally produced in Kent although there was a Russian Johnny whose food looked rather tasty and was probably from that lesser know corner of East Kent, Kentistan (just along the Trans-Siberian highway, turn left just after the bus shelter near St Petersburgh). So here’s a summary, lots of lovely cheese, chutneys, jams and stuff like that. In fact I even bought some, Kentish Blue Cheese from Kentish Cheeses, dammed fine looking range of cheeses plus garlic and chilli chutney (sounds like a bum burner) from the fine young ladies at Mighty Fine Things .
Well that’s enough of the food M’larky onto the beer. Now I had a cunning plan – don’t drink the ones I’ve had before – simples, which was fine for the first four or five pints then it was a pointy finger and ‘I’ll have a pint of that over there John’. Aaaahh you can take the boy out of London but you can take London out of the boy, or some such bollocks, ( I think biologists call it reversion).
The truth is I cant remember what I had but I know there weren’t any that made me start to pull a gurning face and on the bright side I didn’t leave my cheese and chutney on the train when I went home :).
Now the event was also advertised as the Greenhop fortnight. So it was bit strange that the greenhop bar was well away from the main ‘arena’. Luckily that’s where the ‘Festival bar’ was, in prime position, unfortunately there was a bit of a lack of customers, (although the tumble weed blowing across the front of it was rather interesting) a bit of politics there me thinks.
Here’s some pics.
Now here’s a cheeky chappie, why T’is me old mate Sam the Landlord helping out on the Duddas Cider bar.