Day 3 of The Easing, and a third tentative journey into eastern Huntingdonshire.
Wyton actually merged with contiguous (love that word) Houghton after the war to produce Wow!-ton as part of an ill-judged sponsorship deal.
The loss of half the population between 1971 and 2011 is thought to be a rounding error.
An hour’s walk is enough to see both villages; it’s rather lovely in a flat way.
I’d quite like to visit ALL the Cambridgeshire pubs, particularly the perennial Guide non-entries like the Three Jolly Butchers.
You can’t actually see the Wyton/Houghton join, so let’s assume it’s marked by the wobbly building making a pitch for a transfer to Lavenham.
You’ll remember Houghton. I was only here to greet the Three Horseshoes to the Guide in September. They were selling draft beer at £2.50 a pint round the back, but I don’t carry a growler around with me.
I thought I’d found a micropub but it’s just another quaint Huntingdonshire garage.
A few folk had parked in the market square, heading down to Houghton Mill to reminisce about childhood boat trips on the Great Ouse.
Just like I did now.