Oooh, aren’t people angry today ? Mrs RM is so angry she’s thrown out all my old IndyMan glasses. You can read more about that on MumsNet.
In 1970, when people were angry about important things like Sir Alf’s substitutions against the Germans, my Dad entered a competition to see who could drive the furthest on a single gallon of petrol in Cambridge.
Being 1970, the car would have been a Ford Anglia that cost five guineas. He finished third before conking out near the St Radegund.
50 years on, Mrs RM and me are seeing how long we can go on a single bladder.
About three hours, I reckon; enough for an afternoon in Eynesbury.
You know it’s a suburb of St. Neots, surely ?
An odd choice, prompted by my latest programme discovery;
You may be surprised to see them rubbing noses (at a 2m distance) with the giants of Norwich, Tottenham and Holbeach. But football fortunes ebb and wain. Wiki tells me;
As a famous teetotaler, the Bass and Worthington at the Blue Ball were clearly not the reason for Sir Stan’s trip to Hunts. I guess it was the roller ring.
The roller ring is no more, so the retiredmartin tourist trail starts in the Tesco car park and takes you a two mile rollercoaster along the Ouse Valley into St Neots.
OK, not really a rollercoaster, more a leisurely swan boat of a trip, with plenty of opportunity to overhear conversations like;
“Are they allowed to fish there ?”
“Wonder how much those flats go for ?”
The memorial service for BRAPA’s liver took place in St Mary’s.
Plenty of St Neots pubs in the Guide in recent years, a couple in Eynesbury a decade ago.
The Chequers is the “British Restaurant”,
the Hare & Hounds the “pub the cyclist parks at to eat his lunch”
and the Cambridgeshire Hunter is the ancient HQ of the Eynesbury Rovers Supporters Club.
All solid but unspectacular, like Huntingdonshire.
Though I bet the Royal Antediluvian Order of Buffaloes (top) had some tales to tell at the Hare & Hounds.