Back home in Cambridge from The North, I had a day off to make excuses about pruning the hedge (no idea) before Simon arrived on my doorstep.
If you want, you can skip this post and read the BRAPA report here. I don’t care, I’ve already got your page view. Think of this as my alternate version of his Blind Date report (no, don’t)
As Dick and Dave have found out this week, weird things happen when you meet Simon, or act as his unpaid chauffeur round the badlands of South Cambridgeshire.
In true Partridge fashion, I spent ten minutes pursuing Simon between Royston’s north and south platforms shouting “Simon !” “Simon!”. You can’t miss him.
He was mildly obsessed with pets for some reason, so I took him past CPC Pet Crematorium at Duxford. I haven’t marked it on the map, as I don’t want it to become a place of pilgrimage for BRAPA fans. But you can identify it from the billowing smoke.
Knowing that a master of pub blogging needs his space, I left him to the locals at the Plough (my earlier report here), and joined Duxford’s tourists. Gentlefolk near the picture postcard John Barleycorn were comparing flowers, I kid you not.
Simon went to Primary school near here, and I found a pleasing example of his latin graffiti.
This is one of those Cambs villages where curtains twitch, and all eyes were on me as I snapped happily, prostrate in the graveyard.
If the twitchers got off their sofas and visited their local then Duxford wouldn’t have a sad High Street with two closed pubs in a row, I ranted. To myself.
Simon seemed quite pleased with the Plough, noting a busier local than expected, and we coined the blog title “Dead Cat Bounce” which I claimed as payment for my taxi duties.
He was less taken with the GastroMax of the Green Man, another one I sat out in favour of a pointless Cambs walk.
Thriplow is famous for its daffodils. Unfortunately they were all dead when we arrived. I don’t hold Simon personally responsible.
Pleasingly, I managed to walk the bounds in 29 minutes, passing the grain store and other notable village highlights en route.
Some excellent farmyard art as well.
29 minutes, and Si berates me as he’s been waiting for 90 seconds ! The man is obsessive. I needed a drink.