I was hoping to bring you some exciting reports from my trip to Royal Tunbridge Wells yesterday.
But the highlight of 3 (three !!) hours spent in my in-laws’ garden talking about roadworks and distant cousins (“There’s a limited supply”) was this bird* that sat on my shoulder.
It was awaiting my answer to that eternal question,
“Martin can I get you a beer”. “We’ve got bottles of Doom Bar”.
I’m saving myself for the reopening of pubs, or at least a gallon of Bass from The Sun.
It’s a while since I had even a half in Godmanchester, a pint of John Smiths in the Royal Oak a decade ago.
The other three pubs are strictly for the gentlefolk diners. 20 years ago this was a small town of Waterbeach size comprised entirely of gentlefolk diners, a Topsham or Uppingham if you like.
But expansion of this Roman town has hiked the population, bringing in TWO Co-ops and the sort of “humour” normally only seen in my Comments section.
As with Girton, the sign fronting the Business Park tells you a lot about employment in 2020.
All worthwhile work, as is the Animal Shelter at nearby Wood Green you should always mention when describing where Godmanchester is.
So what does the visitor get for his time and money here ?
Lost shop signs.
And a giant pond with a Chinese bridge.
My Dad tells me that in 1950 he and his mates saw a group of girls collapse a boat in the pond.
“Of course, we were VERY keen to rescue them” he said, without a wink.
One of his mates got a card from the eldest and I sense Dad still feels a bit peeved he didn’t, but his loss was Mum’s gain.
Anyway, the other pubs.
Well the Exhibition sells Otter, apparently, which is a step up from whatever it sold as an early gastropub in the Guide 20 years go.
The White Hart looks the most likely to meet Pauline’s Prosecco needs, and is also the choice of Singlet Man for his London Pride.
Finally, the Black Bull is the sort of pub you expect to have a Sausage festival and sell Adnams and Wherry. I’m sure it does.
Four pubs and a great sounding Comrades Club selling Doom Bar. This isn’t the Comrades Club, but you can see the micro potential in that building in the middle.
Join me sometime soon as I press on into Huntingdon.
* Where have all these winged creature come from ? These three, fresh from the Bob Marley recording session, have been a treat this Spring.