Living in Herefordshire through my formative years I didn’t have to look too far for a choice of great ciders. Truth be told I can’t really remember if they were that great or not but the memories are certainly good, well most of them at least. Ever since those days I have always been a cider man.
Time to get a proper job...one that didn’t involve fruit picking or mucking out pigs, and the drinks industry with its lure of a “monthly beer allowance” sounded too good to be true never mind the company Vauxhall Vectra. OK - it wasn’t cider but it would do*.
My good school friend Phil Warren had followed a similar path in life but was lucky enough to weave his way through the cider industry. For a man known to point-blank refuse to go to a particular pub because the cider wasn’t of the requisite quality this was a pretty good role. What wasn’t so cool was that loads of the drinks we both sold were how shall I say, crap, just tins of flavourless liquids dropping off the end of a production line.
So now the van is loaded up and the journey is about to start, two guys on a mission to “make interesting cider” or to “make cider interesting” we couldn’t really decide which so we thought let’s try to do both.