Remember folks, this is the ONLY place you’ll find blog posts about unremarkable post-war Cambridge villages and their closed pubs.
On yet another gorgeous sunny day (Matthew wants to know why it always rains in Manchester) I thought I’d do Bar Hill.
More 1967 and all that. This was South Cambridge’s attempt at affordable housing for the growing numbers who’d travelled to visit the Tolly Cobbold pubs and decided to stay.
“For several years after their arrival in 1968, Cambridge Consultants were the Industrial Estate’s only resident, others joining them progressively during the early 1970s. The nemesis came downwind from Tesco, when the proliferation of paper bags and tally rolls forced them to move to the Science Park late in 1977.”
I thought it was bigger than Waterbeach, but development seems to have stalled and the population has actually slipped back to 4,000. The transport options are all over the other side of the A14 around the even newer town of Northstowe.
Yes, Bar Hill is the “Tesco Village“, a Tesco now enhanced by Costa, outlet shops and decent chippy.
And a solitary pub offloaded by M&B to Blackrose Pubs to sell all day breakfasts and Doom Bar. You know, a Proper Pub.
The local sports club made the Beer Guide in the 2000’s by offering scary guest beers and Adnams in what is otherwise a bit of a GBG desert.
And the multi-denominational church is called “Church“, which I like.
If you DO visit, you’re probably here for the
or the children’s party opportunities,
or on an excursion from the neighbouring villages of Lolworth and Dry Drayton.
If Bar Hill has one redeeming feature, apart from 99.9p petrol, it’s the woodland walks.
You can follow a gorgeous wooded trail round the boundary,
or be like Theresa May and take the paths through the swaying fields to the posh villages.
End of the Road, one of the year’s highlights, has just been (inevitably) cancelled. I’ll miss the decorations in the trees, and it was nice of 8 year old Emily to make such an effort in the woods near Dry Drayton, which were at their Springtime best.
I met a Mum with two toddlers, the first of whom said “Thank you” as I frantically ducked for socially distanced cover. That little chap will go far.
Dry Drayton has a pub, dead-end Lolworth has nothing except the inevitable “Best Kept Village 1983” award. And a sign by Gauguin.
And a pretty church.
And a disused phonebox with books by Clarkson and Guscott and Trollope.
Oh, and the rainbow for carers, taking us to a pot of magic money to increase their pay when this is all over. I assume that’s what it means.
NB Bar Hill does have a hotel. If you stay at the Menzies, send us a postcard.