When I lived in Bristol, you always knew when the cider season was upon us when a van turned up at the pub opposite, they would load up with all the decent furniture from the bar and lounge and take it away for storage, then they would replace it with junk bought from second hand warehouses. Every Sunday morning for the next month you'd be woken up by them shovelling out the splintered remains of furniture and stacking it in a corner to be collected in a skip on the Monday, then another batch or replacement junk would turn up to replace it.
We wandered into another pub once and the back room looked more like a corner of an abattoir - White tiled walls, red quarry tiled floor, with a big drain in the middle - the benches and tables were made from reclaimed roofing timbers and bolted to the floor. I asked the barman what was that all about and he just said 'it's the cider head's bar, they drink themselves senseless on a weekend, throw up all over the place - even soil themselves. after closing time, we turf them all out and wash down the whole room with a high pressure hose'!!!
I had a great clover areas in our field. Sadly the sheep have priority and have now gone in so forage from that source lost. However the bees are out on remaining patches of clover, bramble, wild rose, ox-eyed daisy and several plants in the garden.