Before I start, Thank you NHS.
Nine days without a pub and counting. How high can I even count ?
The isolation isn’t the worst thing. It’s Mrs RM continually asking;
“Are you going mad ?”
“I bet you’re not. I bet you’re going mad” etc etc
Really, I’m fine. I boosted our milk deliveries just before they closed to new customers and I’m about to pop the extras round to old folk.
And Mrs RM has given me a To Do list.
Not quite “Phone Herefordshire micro to confirm opening hours“, is it ?
My travel is, quite rightly, confined to a single hour of exercise a day, far less than the three I’ve been getting since retirement.
How far can you go in an hour in Waterbeach ?
Down past the school to Bottisham Lock, along the river, through the pocket park at the station and home. That’s how far.
You could walk further if you didn’t have to keep stopping to give dog walkers aa wide berth. Those pooches must be going mad.
The masses are gathered at the bridge at Clayhithe (pop. 7), home to the Cam Conservators and a Chef & Brewer that lies forlorn in the March sun.
In the pocket forest a Mum is playing the troll to her children’s billy goats at the little bridge, so I took the long way toward the station (extra 12 seconds).
The station car park is less busy now, anyway. Clearly no-one essential ever used it before. (Joking, it’s not a train journey you’d take currently).
Station Road has a dead pub (the Star), some blossom, and a house with a 1980s glam pop motif on the wall that needs some explanation.
Mrs RM was clocking my journey. “Five minutes more and you’d have been in trouble”.
There’s probably drones over Waterbeach timing our walks.
I returned to the To Do List.
What is grouting ?
PS In other news I can only type the letter “a” by tilting the keyboard at a 15 degree angle.