You’ve no doubt been kept awake at night wondering about the Hundon pub that caused me such angst recently by being closed. Erroneous opening times continues to be a theme for my travels, and also those of Paul Bailey.
We did go back to the Rose & Crown at the weekend, which was a poor use of a Saturday but lone unticked pubs are so irritating.
Hundon itself looked a bit better than a fortnight ago, with a few more autumn touches adding colour to some attractive old houses.
The Rose & Crown itself was a lot better than it would have been on a midweek lunchtime, with some decent ale turnover no doubt boosting the quality of an exceptional, flat and chewy 6X (NBSS 3.5). Yet more evidence that Wadworth still make a decent beer; with quality it’s all in the keeping.
The two parrots* were no doubt recording all the interesting conversation, ready to repeat it to Simon Everitt when he eventually gets here. Most of the bants here centred on a heavy Friday night comprising 2 pints of Ghost Ship, 2 (generic) lagers, and a bottle of Jack. And that was just the parrot.
There was also heated conversation about the merits of “Briggit Jones and her flippin’ baby”, the admonition “don’t you cock my toad in the hole up”, and friendship rings. No sign of any food trade, just locals chatting at the bar, which is my sort of pub. As usual in the Haverhill area, music was supplied by Starship.
QUIZ TIME – Just how did Jefferson Starship go from “Surrealistic Pillow” to “We Built This City” ?
On the way back we stopped in Haverhill, which sounds like a rejected Fiddlers Dram song. The highlight here is the amazing 16th century engraving of Anne of Cleves, which may explain the brevity of her marriage to Henry.
The town used to provide half the workforce for the NHS offices in Fulbourn in years gone by. Anne, of course worked in the local Wetherspoons after the
divorce annulment, but by all accounts was something of a sloppy worker, unlike today’s very lovely staff.
The tiling remains particularly impressive.
The rest of Haverhill is functional, and the town continues to aspire to be a Westhoughton of the South. Its efforts in the last decade were rewarded with the building of a multiplex and Frankies & Benny’s, which has at least eased the pressure on the A1307 into Cambridge.
There use to be a Rose & Crown in the Beer Guide here; etched windows with GBG and John Smiths stickers are a favourite of mine.
It’s a mystery that Haverhill can’t get a pub in the Guide. A growing town of 30,000 on the Cambs/Essex/Suffolk borders should have enough real trade for one enterprising free house or micro of quality.
*Mrs RM has just issued me a reprimand for my reclassification of budgies as parrots. I’m not good with birds.