My daily routine for the blog seems to be one post dredged up from the archives, one from the day’s exciting walk in Cambridgeshire.
Yesterday’s excursion to Sheffield was one of the easiest drives I’ve had in many years, but I still felt exhausted last night. Inactivity is the real killer.
Today Mrs RM sought my company on a local walk, but since she’s only left the house three times in three months I couldn’t do my usual “But I HATE Cambridge“.
Just an hour’ stroll, from Chesterton into Mill Road and back with a quick shop at an empty Sainsbury Local (the queue for the Tesco Extra still goes round the block).
Cambridge didn’t look a lot different to normal, whatever normal is now.
Plenty of walkers, joggers and cyclists along the River Cam.
Mumsnet and Daily Mail readers will be horrified to hear that everyone was being entirely sensible and maintaining their social distance while keeping fit.
I suspect we wouldn’t have been the only ones interrupting their fitness regime with a pint of murk in the beer garden (aka biergarten) in the Industrial Museum if it had been open.
Mrs RM was only wearing two layers so Summer must be here.
I’d guess a third of the shops in the retail parks along Newmarket Road are open. The biggest queues were for B&M Bargains, presumably they’d seen Mudgie’s tweets about Bombardier and Banks’s Original on special.
In the warren of streets that make up Petersfield, a few pubs are doing takeouts or setting up food carts, but it’s eerily quiet.
The streets are commendably clean, but there’s nothing sadder looking than a closed pub.
I wondered why it all seemed more beautiful than ever. Perhaps it’s the light, but I suspect it’s just that the streets are that much quieter and you’ve less risk of being mown down by cyclists.
I thought I might pick up a jug of beer for Mrs RM, but understandably the pubs are only opening limited hours, and mainly as a public service. A few were doing “basic food boxes” for collection.
Finally, today’s quiz is next to impossible.
Which pub was this ?
I spent Christmas Day lunchtime 1990 here playing pool with a mate from Fen Ditton. Unless you were that mate, that will be no help to you at all.