Sunday night saw a steady flood of 4x4s returning to our Cambridgeshire village from Latitude, the music festival for people who like music they like, washed down with Adnams wines. I’m sure there will have been polite political debate.
Mrs RM would like to go, but she doesn’t get it all her own way in her household (about 97%), and we went for a night in Bury St Edmunds long-stay car park at the weekend. £1 to park our campervan overnight, and about £20 on popcorn for our sons who went to watch “Independence Day Regurged”. The last film I watched was “Finding Nemo”.
I wrote about Bury’s independent scene last year, but this was very much big business Bury, a chance to see how East Anglia’s fast growing town looks on a weekend.
Impressively busy was the answer, with a warm night thronged with the younger folk who’d have gone to Cambridge or Ipswich five years ago. The modern entertainment and shopping complex isn’t quite Spinningfields, but it’s all nicely done and the chain places were packed.
The pubs were doing OK too, though being contrary sods we chose to start the evening in a place that would have no more than a half-dozen folk in it all night.
I first went in the Nutshell when I did assignments at NHS Supplies in the late ’80s as a keen student, leading to an assumption on my part that all pubs were wonderful, and that all pubs sold Greene King IPA. Rather like the Olde Trip or the Peveril, it’s not a pub I’ve needed to revisit on every return visit, though the beer has always been decent.
But what can you say against a friendly pub with bench seating, clutter, irreverent chat, classic folk/rock picked by the barman and good beer (IPA NBSS 3.5, Abbot 3). Shame about the mummified cat but not much can be done about him/her now.
Only two things could improve it; the sight of a straggle of grown men outside trying to capture virtual creatures on their I-phones (tick), and a distressed man asking us all individually what the name of the little lady with the crutches was (tick). That’s him on the left.
In a pub with six drinkers, all human life was represented. It reminded me of Cambridge’s St Radegund with Terry at the helm, which is high praise. Yes, a Cloudwater Pale would have been nice, but that’s not even going to happen in The Free Press.
First time I’ve ever visited the toilet (singular) too; graffiti not to be missed, the best since Cuba. Lovely view from the top too.
A must-visit, smallest pub or not (who cares ?), but every trip to Bury must end at The Dove, Greene King’s finest pub, where the Mighty Oak Kings served flat from the jug, scored 4.5 . The chap next to me said “What do you think ? Neil thinks it’s the best he’s had here“. Neil was right.
QUIZ TIME – Who is the Nutshell’s oldest resident ?