Back when St Austell’s rivers ran dodgy—cholera lurking in every gulp—pints were your mate. Since 1851, this brewery’s been boiling water into proper job ale, keeping sailors, miners, and clay-haulers alive. No doctor’s note needed; a Tribute at Seven Stars did the trick, with gulls cackling at the port’s bustle.
Today, those vats still hum. Nip to Rashleigh Arms, where locals spin yarns of great-grandads dodging excise men, or wander Fowey’s quays—beer’s ghost lingers. Mevagissey’s nets flop close by, tying hops to tides. Got a brewery tale—spilt pint, maybe? Share it on our contact page—your bit joins South Cornwall’s weave.
Weather’s fickle—check below, rain’s no laugh in a pub dash. St Austell Brewery ain’t just beer; it’s life, poured at The Holmbush’s bar.
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