The burst of posts recently may lead you to believe there’s no such thing as a dry day in the retiredmartin house, but don’t be fooled. Three dry days a week minimum, and no drinking bottles at home stronger than Tactical Nuclear Penguin.
So here’s a walk in the Sunday sun through the dullest part of the Fens. It even starts at a pub I didn’t go in (yet).
Here’s the exciting route map.
And from the Navigator,with lots of lovely pink marker.
Who could resist a walk that goes though Pymoor, Dunkirk and California in two hours ?
January is a big time in the Fens calendar, with the burning of straw bears at Whittlesey and the erection of signs warning of the flooding of the A1101 at Welney. I believe twitchers find this time of year particularly exciting along the Washes.
Few people walk the villages north of Ely, or even drive them. I am their tourist.
I only did this self-made circular walk from Little Downham as I’ve done all the other villages and had a vague recollection that Pymoor had an Elgood pub.
It has nothing. This is the genuine What Pub extract for the area between Ely and the Wash;
But it has those big open skies eulogised by David Bellamy.
If it’s so beautiful, why is everyone else at B & Q ?
Halfway to Pymoor I stumble over the highlight of the walk, as I find my namesake (probably cousin, we’re all related in the Fens) is actually making Corkers crisps on my doorstep. I guess that explains my lack of sponsorship from Piper’s.
Incidentally, you can smell those potatoes (I presume) for the entire walk, one of few actual features of note. Black earth dominates the area.
Apparently some of “Atonement” was filmed here, goodness knows why. There are no plaques to mark the visit of Keira Knightley.
A man on a bike says “Hello“. I think of asking about pubs, but assume that either;
- He’ll eat me
- He’ll bore me to death
- He’ll invite me back for scrumpy
and I walk briskly on to Dunkirk, which is presumably the “Atonement” connection*.
Just for Duncan, here’s the football ground. Duncan has probably been and served himself a pint of Tiny Rebel from the club bar.
The only enterprise in Pymoor is in the black economy.
I tick off the only other object of note.
And that’s it, apart from some nicely coloured farm vehicles.
As I said, it’s not a place you dawdle in. And NEVER LOOK BACK.
Finally I arrive in California.
I’ve walked 2 hours, and seen nothing but bungalows, a crisp factory, fields, two cars and three trains in the distance.
And there’s not even a pub for you at the end.
*I really don’t care.