Voreia Pilsner Beer

Out with the family, off for a walk, then the beach. First it’s the E65, remember to drive in the hard shoulder. Park at the monastery , follow the crazy paving. Stop at the cave, that stalagmite is supposed to be bear, use your imagination. More crazy paving, another monastery…

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Driving to a backwater village, on a tip off, in search of quality local honey and olive oil. It’s not like the East of Crete three years ago, where the honey was easy to find. Endless narrow twisting roads, to what feels like the middle of nowhere. Honey and oil procured, it’s…

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Brinks Rethymnian Blonde

Up, breakfast, into the car, floor it to Χανιά on the E65, remember to drive in the hard shoulder. Park, thank insert deity here for Google Maps, then off to find the market. People everywhere, produce everywhere, I already hate the place and I’ve not even been here for half…

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Cretan Kings Zythos

Too long in the sun, now we’re a bit like a well done lobster. So much for factor thirty. In to the pool to cool off, needing refreshment, water first. Last time we were in Crete, three years ago, we only found craft beer on the last evening, on the way to the airport. This…

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Fix Hellas

Up at oh seven hundred, two hours of peace and quiet by the pool reading. Lather up with sun cream, the yellow fireball rising higher in the sky. Slowly inch the lounger round, not quite Sexy Beast territory yet. Daughter appears, there goes the peace and quiet, fluttering off…

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Hobbies

hobby
noun [ C ] · UK /ˈhɒb.i/ US /ˈhɑː.bi/
an activity that someone does for pleasure when they are not working.
Beer

Beer

I used to claim that beer was my day-long obsession, joy and torment. These days there's less of the obsession and joy, and more of the torment. I haven't brewed in over two and a half years, after blowing the brew shed electrics when I wired up a switch incorrectly, while rushing to get a brew under way.

Bread

Bread

Fed up with eating tasteless industrial bread, one day I decided to have a go at making my own. This naturally lead onto making sourdough and I haven't looked back. I don't bake much bread these days, but nothing beats a slab of homemade sourdough and homemade chunky marmalade for breakfast.

Cake

Cake

I've baked for my work colleagues, pretty much every week baring illness or holidays, for over three years. Large cakes, small cakes, biscuits, cookies, fruit loafs, muffins, buns; you name it, I've had a stab at baking it. While I like the process of baking, and gain a lot of satisfaction from it, I'm not that bothered about eating the end result.

Cheese

Cheese

After a holiday in France spent eating local goats cheese, I decided to have a go at making some myself. So far I've only make a few batches of soft cheese, but the plan is to eventually make some cider washed rind goats chese, using locally sourced goats milk.

Chocolate

Chocolate

I have a love hate relationship with chocolate. I don't like chocolate cake, or choclate pudings for example, but I like a brownie and the ocassional strong, dark, single origin bar. My first few attempts at tempering my own chocolate have been nothing short of a disaster, there's lots to learn.

Cider

Cider

One Autumn while out cycling, I stumbled upon an orchard, where all the fuit was rotting in the trees and going to waste, so I decided to go scrumping and make some cider. Cue three years of obsession, a garden full of apples and a shed full of fermenters. Some it was actualy drinkable.

Coffee

Coffee

After a bad experience with coffee flavourd ice cream as a child, I eschewed coffee until my early forties. Attempting to give up a nasty Red Bull habit, I started drinking it and got hooked. I still don't really like hot drinks though, so prefer to drink homemade cold brew and tonic water.

Cycling

Cycling

The question isn't “Why do I ride a bike?”, it's “Why don't you ride a bike?”. An open road, a muddy bridleway, a technical trail; as long as it's on two wheels and under your own power, nothing beats the feeling of the weather in your face, or the nettles on your legs.

Photography

Photography

While I own a digital camera, I much prefer shooting film, especially black and white. I used to have a darkroom, and enjoyed locking myself in it for an evening to process and print the film I'd shot. I also got heavily into pinhole photography, mainly as it's photography's equivalent of slow food.