Cains

Even though my grandmother came from Liverpool and my father has been an Evertonian since the 1930s and my school produced Joey Jones (and Neville Southall) and growing up in Llandudno there was an awareness of what used to be called the capital of North Wales, I don’t know the place. I was last there a couple of years ago researching Great British Pubs and before that in 2006 on a British Guild of Beer Writers trip to Cains. Reading about recent developments at Cains motivated me to have a look at some pictures I took in 2006 on the Guild trip — here they are. This is not a comment on the whys and wherefores of what has happened but just a bit of documentary.

The brewery tap, we had just arrived, the chap second
from left was a boxer 

Canning, rather mesmeric

Stainless steel…

Slats in the roof — from Victorian times, keeping out bugs?

Nice bit of stone work

A brewery