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The Herald Scotland
5 days ago
- Business
- The Herald Scotland
Scottish village inn dating from 1720 put up for sale
Cornerstone Business Agents is marketing the Boat Inn, Aboyne, on the River Dee in Aberdeenshire. Bar and restaurant. (Image: Cornerstone Business Agents) The agent said: 'Our clients have transformed the property and created a robust and much admired licensed business. With the valued assistance of their dedicated team of staff, the owners have positioned the business as one of the best licensed businesses in the north east. 'This is significantly noteworthy as both of our clients bought the business in 2013 as first-time entrants into the trade. Sales have continued to show consolidation and growth, yet there is still headroom in trading potential for new owners to exploit. In terms of trading style, the business can be best be described as a traditional 'English-style' village inn located in Royal Deeside – in short, it is everything you want a good village pub to be.' READ MORE: 'It has not been an easy decision' says owner as landmark hotel goes on market Landmark hotel in same family for seven generations for sale from administration The agent also said: 'The Boat Inn boasts a solid trading mix, with sales broken down as follows: food 51% wet 25% accommodation 24%. The Boat Inn offers a wide menu, with a credible focus on locally sourced produce, using the very best of the rich Aberdeenshire larder. 'Our clients offer breakfast, brunch, tasty lunches including sandwiches and sharing boards to an extensive full menu with pub classics and contemporary favourites. 'The Shed public bar is located at the rear of the restaurant and can either be accessed through the building or separately by a side entrance.' The site has three electric vehicle charging points. The inn has 16 rooms and the freehold is on the market at £2.3 million.
West Australian
15-05-2025
- West Australian
What I See with Peter Fiorenza: Walking around Geraldton's oldest streets is a journey through local history
I love the simple things in life. And one of those simple things is going for a walk around the block with my dog, Joel. Not only is it a way to clear out all the cobwebs and bond with man's best friend, its' also a way to discover how things tick in your surrounds. Recently I moved from my home of 20-plus years in Drummonds to my new modest abode in Beachlands. The move happened nearly four months ago — and the dogs and I are loving it. Since moving into town, I've made regular walks a routine, but I have discovered this habit is much more than light exercise. In fact, it is really quite fascinating. When I was at university, I studied geography, with one of the units being urban geography. I wasn't quite sure about it at first, but the more I got into it, the more I found urban geography was actually an intriguing investigation. It involved looking at houses and other buildings, and their impact on society. For instance, let's take a look at one of Geraldton's well-known streets — Shenton Street. Joel and I take a walk down Shenton Street every couple of days, and I find it a real treat. Why? Well, from the moment I hit the pavement in front of my place, it's like taking a journey through history. The architecture is wide and varied. Immediately, from my early 1900s corrugated-iron structure to the the World War II solid brick house across the road, a unique story begins to unfold. Crossing Francis Street, we walk by some gated premises, before seeing some Dutch gable designs in their glory. There are also homes with footpaths that wind through English-style gardens. Every house is different, from before the turn of the last century, even with patches of 1970s, 1980s and later. These homes could tell some amazing tales, from the settlement of Champion Bay to the 1920s and into the two world wars. It's not just the history, but the story of the people who helped to make that history. It's a journey through time in Geraldton. And you know what? This is just Shenton Street. What are the stories being told by Francis Street, Gregory Street, Fitzgerald Street and the rest? Someone recently said to me Beachlands and the West End are the Subiaco of Geraldton. But I reckon they are so much more. Peter Fiorenza hosts Sports Shed Saturday (9am to noon) and Fiorenza on Sunday (10am to noon) on Radio MAMA
The Advertiser
09-05-2025
- The Advertiser
Snow action vs classy city. Which New Zealand tourist hub is for you?
One's a flat-out party town, the other an English-style slice of gentility. So which of these New Zealand hubs is for you? By Mal Chenu This battle of the South Island cities boils down to class versus crass. I asked my mate Dean, who was born in Christchurch, to compare the pair. "What's the best thing about Christchurch?" I asked. "No bloody Queenstowners!" he replied, before launching into a rant about expensive coffee, fat golfers, backpackers and ski bums. While Christchurch is not bereft of Dean's targets, New Zealand's second biggest city is more like a little slice of genteel England, even to the point where you can punt on the Avon. This is not gambling on whether the cosmetics salesladies are making a comeback but rather a tranquil excursion on an old-time river punt, pole steered by a classically attired punter in a jacket, tie, suspenders and straw boater. And if you don't like a punt, you can take a guided tour in a hand-crafted Maori waka, or row, row, row your own boat, kayak or stand-up paddle board. Christchurch is known as the Garden City and is on the bouquet list of petal-heads the world over. The Avon punts wind their way through Christchurch Botanic Gardens (New Zealand's finest), and in spring the city's famous cherry blossoms burst forth at Hagley Park and Kurashiki Garden. Restored and rebuilt after the devastating 2011 earthquake, Christchurch now rocks metaphorically. The city's flat, grid structure makes getting around easier than beating the Wallabies in a Bledisloe Cup match. While they haven't played a Bledisloe match here since the 'quake, Australia hasn't beaten the All Blacks in Christchurch here since 1913, as Dean is fond of reminding me. The Canterbury region pulsates for their almost unbeatable Crusaders, too. If you're a rugger bugger who likes your footy one-sided with a healthy dose of sleet (and who doesn't?) the current temporary stadium is the place for you. Christchurch is a university town of refined taste and high culture, of street murals and public spaces, of craft breweries and food trails, of endless gardens and rolling countryside. Of music recitals and memorable scones. A typical day might include an artisanal cheese tasting, catching a heritage tram to a gallery opening, designer shopping at Ballantynes in Cashel Street, a stroll along the photogenic New Regent Street pedestrian mall, and a fine dining experience around the Chef's Table at Inati restaurant, where you can pair your duck trumpets and tamarillo jam with a Bell Hill pinot noir. Meanwhile, your day in Queenstown, which exudes an intermingled redolence of midlife crisis, bravado, legal waivers and Red Bull, involves queuing with sweaty mamils for a $15 coffee, sitting in traffic, listening to people scream as they bungy jump, jet boat and paraglide, and queuing again for a Fergburger which, Dean grudgingly admits, is worth the wait. By Amy Cooper Confession: I've had a few winter trips to Queenstown, but I've never hit the ski slopes there. This is snow joke - although I know it's hard to believe when Coronet Peak's exhilarating roller coaster terrain awaits just 20 minutes up the road, and seven thrilling parks at The Remarkables (the clue's in the name) beckon from just a little farther. These spectacular alpine playgrounds, along with Cardrona's 40 kilometres of slopes and the hair-raising 700-metre vertical at Treble Cone, the southern hemisphere's largest ski field, make Queenstown the south island's cream of the drop. I always go with every intention of getting on the piste. But there are just too many other kinds of fun to be had in New Zealand's adrenaline capital. Queenstown is teeny - more than 10 times smaller than Christchurch. But the little alpine town's gargantuan appetite for good times dwarfs even the towering alps surrounding its stunning perch on the shores of Lake Wakatipu. Activities span the entire spectrum of stimulation, from bungy plunging 43 metres above the Kawarau River to hurtling in a jetboat through vast canyons along the churning Shotover River to white water rafting, luge riding, mountain biking and a million other things that make you scream, whoop, weep and giggle. The action's unleashed the moment you disembark at Queenstown airport, discover you're in a place where Uber is for sissies and transfer into town on a KJet jetboat, spinning 360s up Lake Wakatipu like a crazy toy right to your hotel jetty. Having overdosed on endorphins before you've even unpacked, you'll find you're within walking distance of at least 100 bars. Queenstown, with the country's highest density of watering holes, has one for every 75 people. These establishments tend to start the evening as deceptively hygge nooks with hearths and congenial chat, then morph into all-out banging nightclub vortexes that spin you round and fling you out to munch a legendary Fergburger before pulling you back into a party that's raged unabated since the 1860s gold rush. At some point you'll emerge, only to remember you're within 20 minutes of 75 wineries, and that Central Otago makes some of the world's finest pinot noir - and off you go again. Maybe, after sipping sublime drops at cellar doors like Amisfield and Chard Farm, you might squeeze in a blissful dip in onsen baths with panoramic views. Or ride in the Skyline Gondola up to Bob's Peak after dark to gaze in wonder at the galaxy and toast the stars with mulled wine. And then you'll find, like me, that you're out of time again. Next visit, you swear, you'll ski. But really you know that Queenstown's relentless revelry will divert you for decades or more until finally you slow down, or your knees fail. And then you'll be ready for Christchurch. One's a flat-out party town, the other an English-style slice of gentility. So which of these New Zealand hubs is for you? By Mal Chenu This battle of the South Island cities boils down to class versus crass. I asked my mate Dean, who was born in Christchurch, to compare the pair. "What's the best thing about Christchurch?" I asked. "No bloody Queenstowners!" he replied, before launching into a rant about expensive coffee, fat golfers, backpackers and ski bums. While Christchurch is not bereft of Dean's targets, New Zealand's second biggest city is more like a little slice of genteel England, even to the point where you can punt on the Avon. This is not gambling on whether the cosmetics salesladies are making a comeback but rather a tranquil excursion on an old-time river punt, pole steered by a classically attired punter in a jacket, tie, suspenders and straw boater. And if you don't like a punt, you can take a guided tour in a hand-crafted Maori waka, or row, row, row your own boat, kayak or stand-up paddle board. Christchurch is known as the Garden City and is on the bouquet list of petal-heads the world over. The Avon punts wind their way through Christchurch Botanic Gardens (New Zealand's finest), and in spring the city's famous cherry blossoms burst forth at Hagley Park and Kurashiki Garden. Restored and rebuilt after the devastating 2011 earthquake, Christchurch now rocks metaphorically. The city's flat, grid structure makes getting around easier than beating the Wallabies in a Bledisloe Cup match. While they haven't played a Bledisloe match here since the 'quake, Australia hasn't beaten the All Blacks in Christchurch here since 1913, as Dean is fond of reminding me. The Canterbury region pulsates for their almost unbeatable Crusaders, too. If you're a rugger bugger who likes your footy one-sided with a healthy dose of sleet (and who doesn't?) the current temporary stadium is the place for you. Christchurch is a university town of refined taste and high culture, of street murals and public spaces, of craft breweries and food trails, of endless gardens and rolling countryside. Of music recitals and memorable scones. A typical day might include an artisanal cheese tasting, catching a heritage tram to a gallery opening, designer shopping at Ballantynes in Cashel Street, a stroll along the photogenic New Regent Street pedestrian mall, and a fine dining experience around the Chef's Table at Inati restaurant, where you can pair your duck trumpets and tamarillo jam with a Bell Hill pinot noir. Meanwhile, your day in Queenstown, which exudes an intermingled redolence of midlife crisis, bravado, legal waivers and Red Bull, involves queuing with sweaty mamils for a $15 coffee, sitting in traffic, listening to people scream as they bungy jump, jet boat and paraglide, and queuing again for a Fergburger which, Dean grudgingly admits, is worth the wait. By Amy Cooper Confession: I've had a few winter trips to Queenstown, but I've never hit the ski slopes there. This is snow joke - although I know it's hard to believe when Coronet Peak's exhilarating roller coaster terrain awaits just 20 minutes up the road, and seven thrilling parks at The Remarkables (the clue's in the name) beckon from just a little farther. These spectacular alpine playgrounds, along with Cardrona's 40 kilometres of slopes and the hair-raising 700-metre vertical at Treble Cone, the southern hemisphere's largest ski field, make Queenstown the south island's cream of the drop. I always go with every intention of getting on the piste. But there are just too many other kinds of fun to be had in New Zealand's adrenaline capital. Queenstown is teeny - more than 10 times smaller than Christchurch. But the little alpine town's gargantuan appetite for good times dwarfs even the towering alps surrounding its stunning perch on the shores of Lake Wakatipu. Activities span the entire spectrum of stimulation, from bungy plunging 43 metres above the Kawarau River to hurtling in a jetboat through vast canyons along the churning Shotover River to white water rafting, luge riding, mountain biking and a million other things that make you scream, whoop, weep and giggle. The action's unleashed the moment you disembark at Queenstown airport, discover you're in a place where Uber is for sissies and transfer into town on a KJet jetboat, spinning 360s up Lake Wakatipu like a crazy toy right to your hotel jetty. Having overdosed on endorphins before you've even unpacked, you'll find you're within walking distance of at least 100 bars. Queenstown, with the country's highest density of watering holes, has one for every 75 people. These establishments tend to start the evening as deceptively hygge nooks with hearths and congenial chat, then morph into all-out banging nightclub vortexes that spin you round and fling you out to munch a legendary Fergburger before pulling you back into a party that's raged unabated since the 1860s gold rush. At some point you'll emerge, only to remember you're within 20 minutes of 75 wineries, and that Central Otago makes some of the world's finest pinot noir - and off you go again. Maybe, after sipping sublime drops at cellar doors like Amisfield and Chard Farm, you might squeeze in a blissful dip in onsen baths with panoramic views. Or ride in the Skyline Gondola up to Bob's Peak after dark to gaze in wonder at the galaxy and toast the stars with mulled wine. And then you'll find, like me, that you're out of time again. Next visit, you swear, you'll ski. But really you know that Queenstown's relentless revelry will divert you for decades or more until finally you slow down, or your knees fail. And then you'll be ready for Christchurch. One's a flat-out party town, the other an English-style slice of gentility. So which of these New Zealand hubs is for you? By Mal Chenu This battle of the South Island cities boils down to class versus crass. I asked my mate Dean, who was born in Christchurch, to compare the pair. "What's the best thing about Christchurch?" I asked. "No bloody Queenstowners!" he replied, before launching into a rant about expensive coffee, fat golfers, backpackers and ski bums. While Christchurch is not bereft of Dean's targets, New Zealand's second biggest city is more like a little slice of genteel England, even to the point where you can punt on the Avon. This is not gambling on whether the cosmetics salesladies are making a comeback but rather a tranquil excursion on an old-time river punt, pole steered by a classically attired punter in a jacket, tie, suspenders and straw boater. And if you don't like a punt, you can take a guided tour in a hand-crafted Maori waka, or row, row, row your own boat, kayak or stand-up paddle board. Christchurch is known as the Garden City and is on the bouquet list of petal-heads the world over. The Avon punts wind their way through Christchurch Botanic Gardens (New Zealand's finest), and in spring the city's famous cherry blossoms burst forth at Hagley Park and Kurashiki Garden. Restored and rebuilt after the devastating 2011 earthquake, Christchurch now rocks metaphorically. The city's flat, grid structure makes getting around easier than beating the Wallabies in a Bledisloe Cup match. While they haven't played a Bledisloe match here since the 'quake, Australia hasn't beaten the All Blacks in Christchurch here since 1913, as Dean is fond of reminding me. The Canterbury region pulsates for their almost unbeatable Crusaders, too. If you're a rugger bugger who likes your footy one-sided with a healthy dose of sleet (and who doesn't?) the current temporary stadium is the place for you. Christchurch is a university town of refined taste and high culture, of street murals and public spaces, of craft breweries and food trails, of endless gardens and rolling countryside. Of music recitals and memorable scones. A typical day might include an artisanal cheese tasting, catching a heritage tram to a gallery opening, designer shopping at Ballantynes in Cashel Street, a stroll along the photogenic New Regent Street pedestrian mall, and a fine dining experience around the Chef's Table at Inati restaurant, where you can pair your duck trumpets and tamarillo jam with a Bell Hill pinot noir. Meanwhile, your day in Queenstown, which exudes an intermingled redolence of midlife crisis, bravado, legal waivers and Red Bull, involves queuing with sweaty mamils for a $15 coffee, sitting in traffic, listening to people scream as they bungy jump, jet boat and paraglide, and queuing again for a Fergburger which, Dean grudgingly admits, is worth the wait. By Amy Cooper Confession: I've had a few winter trips to Queenstown, but I've never hit the ski slopes there. This is snow joke - although I know it's hard to believe when Coronet Peak's exhilarating roller coaster terrain awaits just 20 minutes up the road, and seven thrilling parks at The Remarkables (the clue's in the name) beckon from just a little farther. These spectacular alpine playgrounds, along with Cardrona's 40 kilometres of slopes and the hair-raising 700-metre vertical at Treble Cone, the southern hemisphere's largest ski field, make Queenstown the south island's cream of the drop. I always go with every intention of getting on the piste. But there are just too many other kinds of fun to be had in New Zealand's adrenaline capital. Queenstown is teeny - more than 10 times smaller than Christchurch. But the little alpine town's gargantuan appetite for good times dwarfs even the towering alps surrounding its stunning perch on the shores of Lake Wakatipu. Activities span the entire spectrum of stimulation, from bungy plunging 43 metres above the Kawarau River to hurtling in a jetboat through vast canyons along the churning Shotover River to white water rafting, luge riding, mountain biking and a million other things that make you scream, whoop, weep and giggle. The action's unleashed the moment you disembark at Queenstown airport, discover you're in a place where Uber is for sissies and transfer into town on a KJet jetboat, spinning 360s up Lake Wakatipu like a crazy toy right to your hotel jetty. Having overdosed on endorphins before you've even unpacked, you'll find you're within walking distance of at least 100 bars. Queenstown, with the country's highest density of watering holes, has one for every 75 people. These establishments tend to start the evening as deceptively hygge nooks with hearths and congenial chat, then morph into all-out banging nightclub vortexes that spin you round and fling you out to munch a legendary Fergburger before pulling you back into a party that's raged unabated since the 1860s gold rush. At some point you'll emerge, only to remember you're within 20 minutes of 75 wineries, and that Central Otago makes some of the world's finest pinot noir - and off you go again. Maybe, after sipping sublime drops at cellar doors like Amisfield and Chard Farm, you might squeeze in a blissful dip in onsen baths with panoramic views. Or ride in the Skyline Gondola up to Bob's Peak after dark to gaze in wonder at the galaxy and toast the stars with mulled wine. And then you'll find, like me, that you're out of time again. Next visit, you swear, you'll ski. But really you know that Queenstown's relentless revelry will divert you for decades or more until finally you slow down, or your knees fail. And then you'll be ready for Christchurch. One's a flat-out party town, the other an English-style slice of gentility. So which of these New Zealand hubs is for you? By Mal Chenu This battle of the South Island cities boils down to class versus crass. I asked my mate Dean, who was born in Christchurch, to compare the pair. "What's the best thing about Christchurch?" I asked. "No bloody Queenstowners!" he replied, before launching into a rant about expensive coffee, fat golfers, backpackers and ski bums. While Christchurch is not bereft of Dean's targets, New Zealand's second biggest city is more like a little slice of genteel England, even to the point where you can punt on the Avon. This is not gambling on whether the cosmetics salesladies are making a comeback but rather a tranquil excursion on an old-time river punt, pole steered by a classically attired punter in a jacket, tie, suspenders and straw boater. And if you don't like a punt, you can take a guided tour in a hand-crafted Maori waka, or row, row, row your own boat, kayak or stand-up paddle board. Christchurch is known as the Garden City and is on the bouquet list of petal-heads the world over. The Avon punts wind their way through Christchurch Botanic Gardens (New Zealand's finest), and in spring the city's famous cherry blossoms burst forth at Hagley Park and Kurashiki Garden. Restored and rebuilt after the devastating 2011 earthquake, Christchurch now rocks metaphorically. The city's flat, grid structure makes getting around easier than beating the Wallabies in a Bledisloe Cup match. While they haven't played a Bledisloe match here since the 'quake, Australia hasn't beaten the All Blacks in Christchurch here since 1913, as Dean is fond of reminding me. The Canterbury region pulsates for their almost unbeatable Crusaders, too. If you're a rugger bugger who likes your footy one-sided with a healthy dose of sleet (and who doesn't?) the current temporary stadium is the place for you. Christchurch is a university town of refined taste and high culture, of street murals and public spaces, of craft breweries and food trails, of endless gardens and rolling countryside. Of music recitals and memorable scones. A typical day might include an artisanal cheese tasting, catching a heritage tram to a gallery opening, designer shopping at Ballantynes in Cashel Street, a stroll along the photogenic New Regent Street pedestrian mall, and a fine dining experience around the Chef's Table at Inati restaurant, where you can pair your duck trumpets and tamarillo jam with a Bell Hill pinot noir. Meanwhile, your day in Queenstown, which exudes an intermingled redolence of midlife crisis, bravado, legal waivers and Red Bull, involves queuing with sweaty mamils for a $15 coffee, sitting in traffic, listening to people scream as they bungy jump, jet boat and paraglide, and queuing again for a Fergburger which, Dean grudgingly admits, is worth the wait. By Amy Cooper Confession: I've had a few winter trips to Queenstown, but I've never hit the ski slopes there. This is snow joke - although I know it's hard to believe when Coronet Peak's exhilarating roller coaster terrain awaits just 20 minutes up the road, and seven thrilling parks at The Remarkables (the clue's in the name) beckon from just a little farther. These spectacular alpine playgrounds, along with Cardrona's 40 kilometres of slopes and the hair-raising 700-metre vertical at Treble Cone, the southern hemisphere's largest ski field, make Queenstown the south island's cream of the drop. I always go with every intention of getting on the piste. But there are just too many other kinds of fun to be had in New Zealand's adrenaline capital. Queenstown is teeny - more than 10 times smaller than Christchurch. But the little alpine town's gargantuan appetite for good times dwarfs even the towering alps surrounding its stunning perch on the shores of Lake Wakatipu. Activities span the entire spectrum of stimulation, from bungy plunging 43 metres above the Kawarau River to hurtling in a jetboat through vast canyons along the churning Shotover River to white water rafting, luge riding, mountain biking and a million other things that make you scream, whoop, weep and giggle. The action's unleashed the moment you disembark at Queenstown airport, discover you're in a place where Uber is for sissies and transfer into town on a KJet jetboat, spinning 360s up Lake Wakatipu like a crazy toy right to your hotel jetty. Having overdosed on endorphins before you've even unpacked, you'll find you're within walking distance of at least 100 bars. Queenstown, with the country's highest density of watering holes, has one for every 75 people. These establishments tend to start the evening as deceptively hygge nooks with hearths and congenial chat, then morph into all-out banging nightclub vortexes that spin you round and fling you out to munch a legendary Fergburger before pulling you back into a party that's raged unabated since the 1860s gold rush. At some point you'll emerge, only to remember you're within 20 minutes of 75 wineries, and that Central Otago makes some of the world's finest pinot noir - and off you go again. Maybe, after sipping sublime drops at cellar doors like Amisfield and Chard Farm, you might squeeze in a blissful dip in onsen baths with panoramic views. Or ride in the Skyline Gondola up to Bob's Peak after dark to gaze in wonder at the galaxy and toast the stars with mulled wine. And then you'll find, like me, that you're out of time again. Next visit, you swear, you'll ski. But really you know that Queenstown's relentless revelry will divert you for decades or more until finally you slow down, or your knees fail. And then you'll be ready for Christchurch.
01-05-2025
- Entertainment
United Kingdom Pavilion: Come Build the Future
The theme for this pavilion is 'Come Build the Future.' Its unique design, inspired by building blocks, represents the idea that the accumulation of small ideas leads to world-changing innovations. The pavilion mascot Pix, who lives in the digital world, also shares the same image of building blocks and symbolizes creativity that has the freedom to transform. Pix guides visitors through the exhibition, which makes full use of AI and other state-of-the-art technology. Visitors can also attend workshops and art events to learn about science, technology, and environmental issues, as well as listen to music that has been created from sounds collected from the streets of the UK and Japan. The pavilion restaurant overlooking an English-style garden offers an extensive menu, including well-known standards like fish-and-chips, afternoon tea, and chicken tikka masala. Stop by the pavilion shop to check out the local specialties and character goods too. The UK pavilion is located in the Saving Lives zone. ( See the official map for details.) The UK marks its national day on Thursday, May 22, at the Expo National Day Hall. Pavilion mascot Pix. (© ) Visitors enjoy a pavilion exhibit. (© ) The pavilion at night. (© ) (Originally published in Japanese. Reporting and text by Uchiyama Ken'ichi and Photographic assistance by Kuroiwa Masakazu of 96-Box. Banner photo © .)
CTV News
30-04-2025
- Business
- CTV News
Nova Scotia brewers pay tribute to industry pioneer with new brew
Nova Scotia brewers are raising a glass to the late Kevin Keefe, a pioneer in the industry, with an English-style bitter. 'When you think of English styles, he was the guy, and he represented that so well in Nova Scotia,' says Kellye Robertson, a production manager at Good Robot Brewing Company. Keefe founded Halifax's Granite Brewing, the first craft brewing in Nova Scotia. He passed away in 2024 and left behind a legacy for those in the industry. 'Kevin was like a beer dad for everybody in this industry because he was the first,' says Robertson. 'He added so much to the scene here, when you're drinking a great craft brewed beer at a pub somewhere in Nova Scotia, honestly, I'm not sure how much of that would have been in place if it hadn't been for somebody like Kevin,' says Brian Titus, with Garrison Brewing Co. 'He started doing this in 1985, and he was completely unique in what he was doing and a lot of us looked up to that and said if he can do it, what the heck.' Robertson and Gordon Vale of Good Robot created the 2025 'Together We Brew' beer in collaboration with dozens of brewers across the province. 'The concept for Kevin, somebody put it out there, and immediately everybody said heck yeah let's do it,' says Titus. 'Our chance to really show him that he was appreciated for what he did and making sure everyone knows what he did and keeping his legacy going,' says Vale, Good Robot's head brewer. Robertson says they produced around 4,000 litres of 'Together We Brew,' which is about 8,500 cans. 'It has a bit of a bready body to it, nice and full. It starts off rather sweet, a bit caramelly, it's very malt-forward. You are going to get a nice toasty, roasted kind of finish. The aroma is very rich and roasty and it's just a really unique, very quenching brew. Low carbonation, so it won't make you feel too full and easily enjoyed,' Vale describes it. The beer hit the shelves at the beginning of April. The 'Together We Brew' initiative also serves as a way to kick start beer season. 'We produce a batch, and it gets released and we raise a few thousand dollars for the association, which then goes to marketing it to make it stronger and better for all these other local businesses,' says Titus. The brewers say they are impressed with the positive response they have received about the beer so far. 'Honestly, we have been getting nothing but awesome feedback from both our peers and general social media intel,' says Robertson. The funds made from the beer are beneficial for the Craft Brewers Association of Nova Scotia (CBANS) and the industry. 'Having that funding to go back into the organization, whether it be through education and training, I know is always a big part because all these breweries, they started off as small size, now they're medium size and now your large-scale breweries. Each time you hit one of those goal posts there are more learning curves, so the more resources we can obtain and use through CBANS to help us as a whole makes us all that much better,' says Robertson. This year was different, as it was the first year 'Together We Brew' carried a special meaning. 'This is the first that we have done (something) quite like this. It is great to have that extra layer of meaning and deeper back story,' says Titus. Brewers say it's a beer that represents Keefe and his unique style perfectly. 'Even to this day, when I have English beer styles, I always think of him and have fond memories of the last couple decades,' says Robertson. 'It's a really great beer, it's a bit of an older style. That's kinda where he came from, was more the U.K.-style beers,' adds Titus. For brewers across Nova Scotia, Keefe was seen as the leader, the pioneer and for who many looked up to. 'An absolute inspiration… cranky old guy, but absolute heart of gold and so much back knowledge and experience and we have all learned something from Kevin over the years,' says Titus. The 2025 'Together We Brew' beer is expected to be around until mid-summer, according to Robertson. When the stores and brewers are sold out, it's gone. 'It is one and done, it's a moment in time and like the creativity with that particular brewing and that particular group that was there, that's the best part about making beer sometimes,' says Robertson. For more Nova Scotia news, visit our dedicated provincial page
