It seems I once again have to start a blog with an apology for not writing sooner? I hope none of you are avid blog followers and disappointed on a regular basis. Life as a Brewer just seems to be so busy of late. I could say it’s all work, work, work and by and large, it all is, but I do get to participate in some fun work related activities.
As I ‘pen’ this latest update I am at my desk feeling a little stiff and suffering with a sore back. You may think I have been lifting too many casks of fine Palmers Ale, which is partially true, but my main issue was caused by a high speed impact with a fellow competitor on a karting circuit. In my defence I was trying to get out of the way, but do understand the other drivers helpful hand gesture and that it would have helped had I not been doing a U-turn at the end of the main straight!
It was all going so well up until the point I decided that I didn’t need to brake and could still hit the apex of the hairpin. On a circuit where Jensen cut his teeth I momentarily thought I was Buttonesque and basically lost it! The impact was fairly severe, but at least the other kart that was heading towards me missed me. It’s just a shame for him that he didn’t miss the barrier too and he would not have scattered so many tyres all over the track. Oh well it was really only a ‘racing incident, and it was a Charity event after all.
We see so much about how good sport is for you and the recent Olympics have left us a ‘Legacy’. Despite being able to build on school sports grounds we now look forward to a generation that can play competitive sport again and will see the resurgence of inter school matches of Rugger, Footie and Cricket.
Now there is a game for gentlemen. What better than a light ripple of applause as the sound of leather on willow results in another glorious cover drive for a further 4 runs in the book. As brewers and of course gentlemen, we challenge our fellow brewers to a ‘friendly’ few overs on a summers evening.
Away to Brains Brewery was a rather one-sided affair with Palmers easing past a smallish total at a canter. I hasten to add I was once again injured (bruised foot from a weekend cricket match) and spent the match stood at square leg. Now the Square Leg Umpire has a nice little task in the evening sunshine, with the occasional gentlemanly appeal for an improbable run out or stumping. On this occasion we had managed to replace the injured Head Brewer with a slightly younger lad who happened to be a Somerset Cricket Coach and a rather handy County standard wicket keeper! Once I realised that he was ‘stood up’ to even the sharpest of the Palmers bowlers I had a torrid time watching the batsmen’s footwork as he frequently whipped of the bales. Boy did I need a pint at the end of that innings – Brains Bitter of course, as we were playing ‘away’.
A week later came the big game for the ‘Malsters Shovel’ against fellow Dorset brewers and cricket rivals Hall & Woodhouse. Fighting fit and regaining my place (Somerset needed their coach!). I was asked to open…which of course I gracefully declined (Open me?) and quickly plummeted to Number 7 on the batting order. I did get to weld the willow rather sooner than expected in a 20 over bash. I must say it is always nice to get to the crease facing a ‘hat trick ball’ with an expectant close ring of fielders baying for blood. Fortunately I managed to turn the first delivery off my pads for a scampered single and held my end up for my batting partner to complete a well crafted Fifty. In my repertoire of shots was a graceful drive to the boundary (OK it was a bit of a flat batted swat a la Peterson?) and a few nicks and nurdles for a crafty 8 not out. Brewers job done. A few pints of Copper Ale were downed in celebration of another victory.
The sporting summer finishes with the Annual Palmers Staff Golf Challenge at the wonderful cliff top links of Bridport & West Dorset Golf Club. An informal evening open to members of the brewery team that have the desire (if not the ability) to swing a golf club and ‘spoil a good walk’ (was Mark Twain a wise man?). With prizes for endeavour, long drives and ‘nearest the pin’ it is a great way to round off a summer of sporting activities. Golfers (I use the word loosely) have a nice meal and down a few pints of ale as they explain how, if only they had hit the fairway, they would have had a long drive prize…in reality many need to concentrate more on actually hitting the ball…but who said sport should be competitive?