James Beeson

An ode to the Great British pub

Nothing can replicate the sense of belonging I feel when sat at the bar of a pub, hands wrapped around a pint of bitter

An opportunity to look back at some of the highlights of the last twelve months, and to reflect on a whirlwind of a year.

“In my job I’ve been lucky to travel to festivals all over the world, and ours was one of the best.”

“What keeps me awake at night is trying to make the next beer better than the one before”

This historic watering hole dates from as far back as the 1820s and is a firm favourite in these parts.

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