A short break from the archives, as I bring you today’s 59 minutes exploration of Chittering, a hamlet within Greater Waterbeach.
What I’m really looking for in this post is your sympathy as you see what desperately meagre material I have to work with on my doorstep.
Full disclosure – I drove the mile to the layby near Londis at Denny Abbey,
to combine Mrs RM’s essential shopping with my essential exercise.
The footpaths in Waterbeach have become a bit like the London Marathon of late as couch potatoes decide to take up jogging, puffing and depositing their flob*, Frank Rijkaard style, in the hedge after passing me at 3 miles an hour.
No chance of bumping into amateur exercisers in Chittering. In fact, I could probably have walked up the middle of the A10 to Ely and survived.
At 5pm this stretch is normally bumper to bumper.
There’s about 30 houses and farms here, and the few secondary schoolchildren have to catch the bus to Cottenham at 3.17am as it wends its way via Waterbeach and Cambridge. Note the luxury seating in the bus shelter (top). DO NOT SIT ON IT.
The OS extract, a real cracker, shows you the route from the Travellers Rest to the railway line.
Obviously the pub isn’t called the Travellers Rest; it’s now a Mexican restaurant called Paraiso, targeted at the significant Mexican community in Landbeach and Stretham.
There’s not a lot to say, really.
Mobile homes, closed play area, busy Parish Council activity list,
high quality soil,
For a few years the village housed a brewery, the misleadingly named City of Cambridge, whose beers you’ll remember are now lovingly made in Norfolk and sold at bargain prices in garden centres.
There was a second pub in Chittering in the 1800s. One of the gentlefolk I give a lift to hospital to may have gone in it before it closed in 1905; I’ll ask her. She certainly remembers the Ebenezer Baptist Chapel. The Fens have more Baptist Chapels than micropubs.
Didn’t see a soul, obviously, and it’s completely flat.
Which is more than can be said for the essential four pack of Punk I added to the basket of porridge, cheese and coffee in Londis.
*First time I’ve used THAT word in 40 years.