I can take the mick (he’s my Uncle) out of Fenland; I was born there.
Less than a year after my taxi service took BRAPA to Whittlesey,
I was back. The rail journey from Waterbeach to Whittlesey(/a) give you either 35 minutes or 2 hrs 35 minutes in town, so take a book.
Really, the only time you need come to Whittlesey is to watch Morris dancers at the Straw Bear festival in January.
On second thoughts…
Sometimes you walk past a pub and think “That’s a future GBG pub in waiting“.
I don’t think that sprung to mind walking past the Falcon Hotel.
The door slammed behind me, a dozen faces moved slightly to stare, a lady came over from hotel reception to serve me, wordlessly.
One beer on, which was a blessed relief.
Some beers make you go “Wow ! taste this“, which can be a bit embarrassing when you’re on your own.
Some pubs make you go “Wow !” and the Falcon is one of them.
I struggled to start the Grainstore, let alone finish it.
But that hardly mattered, as I was treated to what I can only assume was a final rehearsal of the Fenland Players upcoming production “Lounging“.
4 pm, half a dozen in, all younger than me.
Simon will dine for a week off the bants here
“Andy Murray. You know who he reminds me of ?“
“It went straight through his sternum”
“Shot him straight through the bum“
“We’re all f***** up in our own different ways”
All to the perfect accompaniment of Santana.
And this unexpected punk classic.
Wonderful people, wonderful pub, I hope the beer is better on Saturday when Si gets there.
With an hour to burn in Whittlesea, what to do ?
The craft called, but I had Spoons vouchers to use.
And a couple in front had just had the Elgood’s Golden Newt, which makes life easy.
More good Spoons beer, a rich and cool 3.5, and a perfect chance to observe the septuagenarian Fen folk doing their own form of lounging.
They have some work to do to match the lounging on display in the Falcon.