Eric Simpson's Personal History of Hartley's part 3



Hello again and welcome to part three of Eric Simpson's personal history of his time at Hartley's. 
In this last part Eric talks about upgrades to motors, pumps and boilers and  the cost of such maintanance, and we hear a little of the process of replacing himself as Head Brewer, and about the birth of his famous XB.

 The story ends on a bitter sweet note, as you might expect, but not before Eric has told us a little about the role of the Lancashire Constabulary in testing the strength of a particular brew...

 https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1Y7eMgBLAUEJAJYMcqliXUt7LYJi75nqG?usp=sharing
The photograph here comes from Nigel Saul, and shows his workmates Tony Doyle "Alf" Atkinson, Geoff, and Steve Gilpin in the Change Of Bottle shop.

 Thanks again to Roger Baker and to the Brewing History Society.

 Remember, if you have stories or photos from your time at the brewery or of members of your family that worked there, we want to see them.  It all helps to keep the project going until we can start sitting down and talking to each other again, and hearing your stories face to face.

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