Remember very well as a child walking to the hop fields to pick hops with my mother, remember sitting in the cribs as they were called where the hops went and then the farm workers would come along and put them into big sacks with a wicker basket. These hop fields were in Ledbury near the River Leadon or the brook as we called it. They were great memorable days and long forgotten.
Well put together video - very informative and hey relaxing. I walked the whole river from source once with my brother Paul. Probably passed by your place. All the best. Mark
You don’t call the sacks full of green hops “pokes”? And no mention of the uniqueness of the scuppet or the carpets? In my youth as an oast man ( working in a 300 year old oast house) we would press controlling by feeling the tension of the chain as we pressed the pockets. And we would Stich them up before dropping the through the floor. As for the soporific effect, I can attest to that. And also the amazing effect of hop oil on the hands- it would thicken the skin but keep it supple. Ex of FG Meakin Manor House Farm
