Champion Winter Beer of Britain - Previous Holders

Previous Holders

There were two National Winter Ales Festivals in 1997. The first one at the beginning of the year presented the 1996/7 awards and the other, at the end of the year, presented the 1997/8 awards. There was no festival in 1998, the next one being in January 1999.

Year Gold Silver Bronze
1996/7 Hambleton Nightmare Branscombe Vale Yo Ho Ho Theakston Old Peculier
1997/8 Nethergate Old Growler Shepherd Neame Original Porter Daleside Monkey Wrench
1999 Dent T'Owd Top Woodforde's Norfolk Nog Daleside Monkey Wrench
2000 Robinson's Old Tom Theakston Old Peculier Wye Valley Dorothy Goodbody's Wholesome Stout
2001 Orkney Skullsplitter Sarah Hughes Dark Ruby Mild O'Hanlon's Port Stout
2002 Wye Valley Dorothy Goodbody's Wholesome Stout Bath Ales Festivity Robinson's Old Tom
2003 Nethergate Old Growler Gale's Festival Mild Wentworth Oatmeal Stout
2004 Moor Old Freddy Walker Gale's Festival Mild Shepherd Neame Original Porter
2005 Robinson's Old Tom Bath Ales Festivity Woodforde's Headcracker
2006 Hogs Back A Over T Gale's Festival Mild Goff's Black Knight
2007 Green Jack Ripper Fuller's London Porter Orkney Skullsplitter
2008 Wickwar Station Porter Robinson's Old Tom Hop Back Entire Stout
2009 Oakham Attila Elland 1872 Porter Sarah Hughes Dark Ruby Mild
2010 Elland 1872 Porter Breconshire's Ramblers Ruin Acorn's Gorlovka Imperial Stout
2011 Hop Back Entire Stout Marble Chocolate Dow Bridge Praetorian Porter

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