9th March 2015

What I’ve learnt about capping heads

Everything seemed to be well in hand for our launch in the first week of March. Then Paul at the production line emailed me.

A capping head is the device that accepts a blank cap from an overhead hopper and places it on top of a bottle, ready to be press-sealed. If the cap goes on a little wonky, a perfect seal can’t be made. The bottle will leak.

At least that’s what I understood Paul meant when he pre-ambled the news that the capping head was ever so slightly bent out of alignment and, therefore, production couldn’t start.  A new part needed to be ordered and installed before anything could get going, viz. making water.

The good news is that the new part is now installed and production will start on Wednesday, 11 March. We’ve only lost two weeks, which in the grand scheme of things (we’ve been planning this for over two years), is pretty good going. When did a launch ever go exactly to plan?

While we’ve been waiting, we’ve been looking into events we might attend this year. There’s a good chance you’ll see us at the Fish & Ships festival on Portland on 11 and 12 April, as well as The Spring Tide festival at the Hive Beach Cafe in Burton Bradstock on 16 and 17 May.

We’re also in the process of joining the Dorset Food and Drink organisation, which means we’ll have a product presence at the Hotel and Catering Show in Bournemouth on 17 and 18 March.




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5th February 2015

Jurassic Spring: how it came about


This is the first blog post on our new site so it’s the right time to tell you how it all started.

I grew up in a house on the banks of the River Wey in Dorset. I went to university and got a job in London but always felt connected to rivers and the sea.

In my free time, I became a pretty handy white water kayaker, exploring rivers around the world. I was also selected to represent Great Britain in freestyle kayaking.

Eventually, my boat ran up the shingles and came to rest. I liked the sound of it. I got married and we had two children. We wanted to bring them up somewhere not London, and decided returning to Dorset was exactly what we wanted for them. But what would we do when we got there?

We were discussing that question as we drove past my old riverside house in Dorset. “Maybe we could bottle that water and sell it. I drank it when I was a kid. It always tasted much better than out of the tap.”

That was Spring 2013.

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