Hope you’re well and enjoying the cleaning.
If honest I’m coping better mentally than physically, despite eschewing beer for a month and eating quite well. It’s easy to get very lethargic when you haven’t got work (pub ticking) to go to.
My blog visits are down by about a quarter since the Coronavirus lockdown, which I hope isn’t an indication of the mortality rate.
Never mind, it’s all about quality, not quantity, isn’t it ? (no).
Here’s my running list of forthcoming highlights posts.
Not sure about some of those. Particularly the Lincolnshire one.
Let’s start with Wisbech. I’ve been re-reading my posts from the magical year of 2019, when I had the immense privilege of taxiing a comatose BRAPA round the Fens.
I think the Southworths may have beaten Si to this jewel of northern Cambridgeshire, but since they’ve only recently discovered Twitter I can’t confirm that.
Best known for plant auctions, Polish delis and the manslaughter of folk from Newark, only one of which interested our Si.
Simon became the most famous person to visit Wisbech last January, albeit only for 30 minutes as I certainly wasn’t paying 20p for parking.
Only one Guide pub in town for what seems like decades, but at least the Red Lion is on the North Brink alongside Elgoods and Peckover House.
“Go for Elgoods” I said.
“The Mortal Wombat is very popular” said the posh chap with a pint of Amstel reading the Times.
Who would you have trusted, dear reader?
The locals had a good laugh when he went to the wrong toilet, his special comedy turn.
We had a better reception a couple of miles out of town at the Rising Sun in Leverington.
One of the best landladies of the year, forcing tasters on us and regaling Si with tales of licking Lawrence Delaglio.
“it’s a lifestyle, not a job” said the marvellous Maggie.
Not much Elgoods in the Guide, or at all. This one at Christchurch (not that one) won’t be getting there either, though it did see my Dad enter a pub to reminisce about when he played in the Cambridgeshire League out here and got kicked to pieces in the days before VAR.
And it all looks so tranquil. But as we know, farmers can be vicious.