Well, well, well. After months (years) of thinking, planning, researching, more thinking, more planning, some smashing of piggy banks, our very own canning line has arrived at the brewery. It sailed all the way from Canada to Cork, and finally found its way home to us in Waterford last Friday. Last week was spent making the final arrangements necessary to give the canning line a home. Transplanting tanks, shimmying shelves, frolicking with forklifts (?!), were all the order of the day. It arrived in a container on Friday morning, so the Metalman troops (and a few helpful forklift-bearing neighbours) swiftly set about unloading. There were moments of breath-holding to the sound of creaking wood, and relieved exhalations all round when the three crates made it safely to the brewery floor. There were obvious stops for tea and coffee along the way, and some obligatory beard-stroking. (Thank heavens for the plethora of hirsute men – the ladies were significantly under-performing in this regard, apart from @metalman_carafa.)
Like children on Christmas morning, the un-boxing was met with a chorus of “ooooh”s and “aaaaah”s. (And there was only one hammer-related incident which involved some pointing and laughing at the bearer.) It’s very shiny and pretty, but the magnitude of what it represents is far greater than its (relatively) modest size. The first microbrewery in Ireland to begin canning its product is a pretty big thing, so we’re a bit beside ourselves with excitement to say the least. Needless to say, we wet the canning line’s head with a beer on Friday night, but all that unboxing and positioning really only represents the start of it. We’ve been flat out since sorting out the services to feed it – water, CO2, compressed air and, of course beer. The engineer will be here on Wednesday to commission it with us – and then the real fun begins!