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Buffy's Brewery
and the Life of Roger. . .
and Riley . . .
From The Grist March/April 1996
 

Buffy's brewery is located at one end of the long, straggling Norfolk village of Tivetshall St Mary, situated between Diss and Norwich. Tivetshall has no pub. This may be a cause of some consternation for the remainder of the village's inhabitants, but it does not unduly worry Roger Abraham. He needs no pub. He has a brewery. He can leave the wood smoke warmth of his fireside, walk to the brewery pour himself a pint and retreat from the cutting Norfolk wind in under a minute.

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The absence of any proximate secure retail outlet for his beers is a matter of indifference to him. There are no shortages of outlets for his beers, he says, and he does not need to go and sell it. Expansion over the past three years since the brewery was set up has been almost entirely by word of mouth.

A keen amateur brewer looking to opt out of the rat race Roger, like a number of craft brewers who were brewing ever increasing volumes for friends and fetes, saw the direction his passion was inevitably taking him. He did the sums and decided that he could make it pay. Those friends who clamoured for his beer could start to pay for it at last, and the hobby that got out of band could turn a coin or two.

Set up in November 1993 as the Mardle Hall brewery, it was pressured into a change of name by a churlish Woodeforde's who brewed a Mardler's mild (mardle is Norfolk dialect for chat). The new name came from the old boy - Buffy - who owned Mardle Hall before the Abrahams. The two first brews were over 6 and 7 ABV, and here Roger raises a smile, like most former amateur brewers, he explains, he likes strong beers and had little experience of weaker brews.

However, his business plan had provision for a 4.0% ABV bitter, and when a wine bar in Norfolk actually ordered some he was forced to brew it. The wine bar has taken the beer ever since, and it is perhaps a sign of the times that the brewery's best customer is a wine bar and not a pub.

With the exception of a few pubs who have the beer on for a significant portion of the time, the rest of the output goes into the free trade via wholesalers. Buffy's sell to lock, Stock and Barrel, Beer Connoisseur, Small Beer, Crouch Vale, Beer Seller, and Hogs Back.

Roger, with a background in cut-throat sales, has two very simple safeguards against falling into the clutches of the wholesalers and keeping his overheads low. The first is tight cask management. The brewery has a four and a half barrel boiler (it is not made of copper so it is not called a copper) but a fifteen barrel mash tun, and plenty of fermenting capacity. Production capacity is determined by casks not by brew length. By tightly monitoring cask movements he can keep the ratio of casks in brewery to casks out down to a tight 1:6.

Every two months he spends a couple of hours working Out where every cask is. If any are taking too long to come back he gets on the phone and chases them up. To date cask losses have not been a problem.

The second strategy is to spread his exposure. He uses a wide range of wholesalers and structures his discount scheme so that he is not under pressure to offer low margin deals to one or two key customers. Roger reckons that if he were beholden to any one wholesaler for more than 10% of his output, he would start to hear alarm bells. By only offering discounts on four and eight unit sales he hopes to safeguard himself against becoming vulnerable to sudden changes in the wholesale market.

As a salesman he knows that each year's sales profile is different. He is not going to drop five pounds a cask to keep an account, as he knows that once the discount is in place it then must stay. The other side of the coin is that he will be as flexible as possible on dispense. All eight beers are available in 4Opt pressure vessels, 9's, 18's, or 25 and 50 litre kegs (admittedly no one has yet asked for a keg of 8% Festival 8X).

Roger keeps his overheads low and avoids the clutches of wholesalers

Buffy's plant was sourced through an advert in the Grist. Originally from Harviestoun, Roger admits that he managed to get it for a bargain, and that Ken Brooker almost certainly got better offers for it than his, but he got in there first and Ken was true to his word. Malt comes from Munton and Fisons in Stowmarket, with brewery supplies from Sutton and Philips in the same town. There is a floor maltings only a few miles away but it makes sense to buy ready 25kg sacks of crushed malt, rather than 50kg uncrushed even though he has his own mill. Hops come from Charles Faram, as part of the SIBA bulk purchase scheme. He tried US hops from Charles Faram previously but they did not suit his own palate. He then tried to buy Fuggles and Goldings outside the SIBA scheme but found them too scarce, and as he was wedded to them as his chosen varieties he was happy to use, and recommend, the SIBA scheme. Yeast is dried Nottingham Ale yeast, again discovered through the pages of The Grist. Roger is typically pragmatic about his yeast strain. It works well and is exceptionally safe. He has yet to loose a brew through yeast infection, and reckons this alone justifies the yeast’s use.

He regards winning Champion Beer of Britain as probably a poisoned chalice

Buffy's raised their profile last Summer when their best selling ale Polly's Folly was a GBBF finalist Best Bitter. The accolade is nice, but Roger regards winning CBOB as probably a poisoned chalice, with the inevitable requirement for investment in extra casks enough to bankrupt a small brewery.

Polly's Folly takes it's name from a female politico student, named Polly, at the University of East Anglia. They had asked him for an exclusive brew, and at the time Polly and a friend, working late at night on student union business opened up the bar to help them finish the paperwork.

Security found them next morning insensible under the hand-pumps. The beer was named by Polly's political foes in an attempt to embarrass the hackette into resigning. Presumably Polly saw off her rivals, as the University no longer takes the beer. Roger, as ever, is pragmatic about the loss of the account. They were getting it for too good a price anyway.

Do Buffy's have plans for the future? Roger is quietly confident that within the next year or two brewing ales he loves to brew will bring him in more money than the rat race job he walked away from. He hopes to have upgraded the boiler from 4.5 to 10 barrels by next year, but that does not mean he will be rapidly expanding output.

Supply will remain strictly cask led. If he cannot brew because all the casks are out, well, he will take a couple of days off to watch his young son, David, grow up; and why not, he left the rat race didn't he.

Mardle Hall is a Grade II listed building, which poses him with problems as far as redesigning the brewhouse goes. If he has one reservation about his beer it is head retention, and this, he feels, is because the plant is all on one level. If he could rebuild the brewhouse with a cellar underneath he could substitute pumping by gravity, and get better head retention and extra storage. Storage perhaps for his lager.

The ice chill Norfolk wind made the insulated cold room the warmest place in the brewery. The February ambient temperature is just right for lager brewing, and he feels that the local gliding club should sell his lager in the summer months as well as his bitter. The club has no cellar, so he has for a while now been racking bright beer into kegs and passing it though a cooler for dispense. The same process will be used for his cask conditioned lager.

It will be a wise strategy if the summer of '96 is anything like that of '95. The Grist will be back to Buffy's in the Summer to tell you how the lager tastes.

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