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The Oak Vats, a rare view

Many a Cider Drinker has probably dream of spending day of two in a 120.000 pint vat of Thatchers.

But the skilled craftsman pictured here are the master coopers who are ensuring the cider makers gigantic 150 year old oak vats remain in top condition for maturing it’s Somerset cider

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Alistair Simm, on top of the 150 year old Oak Vats

 

I spent a couple of hours with cooper Alastair Simm and his team, depending deep into the vats  and getting a rarely seen view from the inside. The 11 30ft tall vats each hold 120.000 pints, but occasionally they do need to be left empty so they are able to receive some expert care to keep them in top condition.

Alastair Simms, Britain’s only master cooper and owner of White Rose Cooperage is entrusted with the upkeep of the vats at Thatchers headquarters Myrtle, at Myrtle Farm, Sandford.

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Kean Hiscock depends into the deep dark Vats

A  fug of cider and sharp apples hangs heavy in the vats, which can, unsurprisingly,  make you feel rather light headed

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Alistair Simms descends into Vat 10.

Constructed of three inch thick oak staves, each of the vats has it’s own character. They were built by Carty and Sons of London, dating back to the 1040s. Each Stave is numbered from 1 to 200 ish  (I forgot to do a final count) with the year roughy scrolled into the wood in Roman numerals.

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All the Staves are numbered.

Apart from when the coopers are visiting, the Huge vats are full of cider.If the wood dries out, it can shrink.

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The oak is fitted and finished using a traditional block plane

Even though the wood has been cut it is still a living product, so the speed of work is essential to complete the work within 48 hours – the longest they recommend a vat is empty for.

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Alistair at work

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Rush Vines are used to seal the gaps between the vats. It is a technique that dates back to the Egyptians.

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Sean does a final check  before sealing the vats

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White Rose Cooperage 

 

While the cider is held in the vats, usually for around six weeks, the oak softens and rounds the flavours, allowing the apple characteristics to shine through. Every Friday the Thatchers cider makers taste the cider from each vat, to judge if it is ready for next step of it’s journey

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All photography copyright Neil Phillips Photography 2015

thanks for Penny Adair and Tina Rowe

http://www.neilphillipsphotography.co.uk

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Then and Now, Spring….

Spring Blossom, katy WaySpring is a special time in the orchards, and you prey for long sunny days and blue sky. What you don’t want is heavy rain and strong winds, exactly what we suffered today. Our recently built wooden garden Gate has been blown off it’s hinges, so lord know what apple blossom will be left, if any. Luckily, it’s still relatively early for blossom on cider apple trees (only the ever so keen Katy Apple trees may of had their young but strong branches whipped by the winds) so fingers crossed for a rise in the temperatures and a reappearance of Somerset blue skies.Below is another extract from ‘Then and Now’

SPRING

Spring at thatchers Cider
Even after all these years Martin Thatcher is still

bowled over by the sight of an orchard decked in apple
blossom, and he’s not alone. To many people, the
coming of spring in cider country is one of Britain’s
wonders – nature and humankind working together
to create a marvel. Few sights compare to the beauty
and magic of trees suddenly covered in white or pink
flowers, yet it is not only a visual experience. A walk
in an orchard at blossomtime is as much about the
scent of the flowers and the drone of bees, the feeling
of warm sun or a cool breeze – and a sense of magic.
To the cidermaker, though, blossom is much more
than just a thing of beauty. For the trees to produce
apples the flowers need to be pollenated, and the
blossom doesn’t last for long. If you’re unlucky, in fact,
it can disappear overnight.
Nothing makes a cidermaker quite as nervous
as the prospect of a late frost, which can devastate
a whole orchard in one night, and in times past
fruit growers came up with some ingenious ways of
keeping temperatures above freezing at this crucial
time of year, such as burning oil in ‘smudge pots’ to
warm the air and keep it mobile. On one 19th century
Gloucestershire fruit farm the foremen slept beside
alarms connected to thermometers, which would
sound when the temperature became dangerously low.
But they were probably growing fruit varieties
that were not native to the area. The beauty of the
Somerset cider varieties is that they have evolved over
the years in the same climate, so that most blossom
after the worst danger of frost is over. Thus although
Somerset Redstreak is classed as an early bittersweet,
it flowers in mid-season, that is in the middle of May,
after all but the most freakish frosts. However, that old
renegade Tremlett’s Bitter indulges in rather riskier
behaviour, often flowering in late April when freezing
conditions are still a distinct possibility. It is still
essential, as it always was, to pick the right site for a
new orchard.

A late winter… “Then and now”

I was a little anxious about starting the ‘Then and Now’ posts with ‘Winter’ images, but as spring now seems to have declared itself as a false start and the chill winds of Eastern Europe have blown in, I can now comfortably post them without them appearing too incongruously out of time.

Below is a montage of chilly winter images, including the Green Man (more of him and Wassailing next winter) that appears in the ‘Apples and Orchards’ section of the book, plus an extract that describes the not so dormant winter period. I have also added a winter poem by somebody called Shakespeare.

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THE CIDERMAKING YEAR:
WINTER
Winters in Somerset are not usually harsh, but in the
dark depths of January the spring can seem a long
way off. In the orchard, this is the time when the trees
rejuvenate, their roots pulling nutrients up into the
dormant tree ready for new growth, and it is the time
when the orchard manager tends to the trees, pruning
and planting.
Pruning is an essential job, especially in bush
orchards where trees need to be kept in the best
possible health. An unpruned tree will yield less
fruit than a tree that has been carefully cut back in
the winter, and pruning has been a valued skill –
almost an art form – since the days when Roman
fruit growers left their pruning knives lying around
for us to find. The aim is to focus the tree’s energy
on producing fruit rather than on growing, and to
give the fruit access to the sunlight that will help
it develop from blossom to ripe apple, so untidy
growth is removed and the branches trimmed so as
to encourage growth in particular directions. Treeplanting
too takes place at this time of year – once
an arduous job that would take weeks but now, as we
have seen, a whole lot easier.

A poem for Winter…

Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.

Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most freindship if feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky,
That does not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As a friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

‘Thatchers Then and Now

Claudia at copmuter

Dear Reader,

I’ve been wandering around Thatchers Orchards for over 15 years now – and, over that time, I have built up a large library of images, documenting the working life of a cider farm through the different seasons.

While much of my work at Thatchers has been commissioned photography, for general marketing and PR uses, at particular times of year – when the light has been good, the blossom extra white and apples extra shiny and red – I would pick up my camera and travel down to Sandford or Criston, at the break of dawn or during a snowstorm, to film and photograph this glorious landscape.

I would do this for pleasure, and perhaps to fulfil that itching need all photographers  feel when the light is either good or dramatic: that I should be out there taking pictures.

Of course it got to the point where I wondered how many of the photographs I took would ever see the light of day. So I was delighted when Martin Thatcher asked me to search through my archive of images, to illustrate a book the Thatchers wanted to produce – ‘Thatchers Then and Now’, the story of a cider making family.

So over the past year, I’ve been working with Bristol Books producing a book on the family history of Thatchers Cider. It’s been a fascinating process working with writer James Russell, matching the correct images with words and making sure the book has a natural flow, a contemporary look and an enduring feel.

What I have decided to do on this blog is to publish some of the photographs from the book, with extracts from the text, to put the images in their correct context.

I hope you enjoy my posts during the next few months – and, if you like the images and stories behind them, you never know, you might even want to buy the book…

Autumn Colour at Thatchers Orchard

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Happy Apple Day… !

Happy Apple Day... !

I took a break from filming the harvesting at Thatchers cider last week to take some pics. The apples were Tremlett’s I think, waiting to be scooped up to looking ripe ‘n’ rosy in the autumn Light.

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A poem for apple day from Somerset poet james Crowden

Cider Haiku

The orchard first snugly
Round our shoulders –
Like an old overcoat.

Hard pressed, the stream of juice
Runs madly from the cheese –
Autumn out of control

Invisibly we merge
With the barrels –
Are sucked into their darkness

Their roundness catapults us
Beyond the common place –
A world apart.

All at once we are enveloped
By the brooding silence –
Ten thousand gallons.

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Wrington Apple Day

On 6th Oct we held the  2nd annual Wrington apple day on the village green outside the pub.

Myself and a bunch of friends from the village helped to organize this ramshackle day, which we do for the love of orchards, the making of fine pure juice and of course the drinking of cider. Everybody mucks in, the sun always shines and we go home tired but very happy.

Wrington  photographer Bob Bowen kindly took a selection of images which are on the slideshow below. Enjoy