Mention of a marvellous Palmers 200 recently reminded me how much some of our family brewers beers get written off these days, when it’s really all about cellarmanship. Arkells and Wadworths fall into the same bracket; I’ve had very good 3B and 6X this year, and you know my views on Bass.
It took me a while to realise the quality of Otter, only really getting it over a succession of August pints on the Dorset/Hampshire borders in 2015.
I still struggle with the size of the core range; you never see the same Otter twice.
Still, that green pump clip for the standard Bitter is a classic in simplicity, and I’ll always go for it unless you-know-what is on as well.
You might expect a decent drop of it in a busy pub in a smart town like Lingfield.
My first trip to the Ffos Las of the South finds a charming village,
a charming dining pub in The Star, and an old-school beer range.
I’m glad I had a half, because it was older than some of the buildings in the picture. And this was at 6pm on a sunny day with a packed beer garden. I should have taken it back, queueing with condiment-complainers to get my £2 back. I couldn’t be bothered. My fault for drinking cask. No-one else was. .
The glass left a bit to be desired, too.