16/07/2025
This old girl has been through it all.
She started life across the pond at the maturing bourbon beneath the Kentucky sun. Eventually, she journeyed to the Yorkshire coast, helping shape some of the earliest English wh**ky at the
When she became unfit for purpose, I saw something else in her, not an end, but a new beginning.
Shortly after the first lockdown, we carried her, on a stretcher no less, to the top of Yorkshire’s highest mountain to raise money for the NHS. With wooden Wh**kyside ends bolted on, she stood proud up there in the clouds, a symbol of strength and intention in difficult times.
Later, she became a landmark — transformed into a planter outside Orchard Farm, guiding people to our OG Wh**kyside bar. She stood tall through wind, rain, and sunshine, welcoming guests without a fuss, embodying everything Wh**kyside stood for.
When the farm was sold and we moved, from J&S Pub Co. helped me bring her home once more. And now, she’s found her final form — nestled into a rockery in our front garden, gently holding alpine plants that will grow slowly and resiliently, just like she has.
She’s not just a barrel. She’s part of our story. A witness to the early days, the challenges, the highs, and the heart behind Wh**kyside. Like the alpine plants taking root in her care, she’s a reminder that even when things change, beauty and purpose can grow again.
Here’s to this old girl — and everything she’s helped build.
