Mrs RM is getting worried bout me, scouring MumsNet for entertainment.
Currently (8pm) you can read mums annoyed about their names, their pet hair hoover, the Ritz Hotel, and their boring local walks.*
Some folk, it turns out, have been doing EXACTLY the same walk for the last 3 months.
I wouldn’t have survived since March without a different walk each day, and even I’m starting to exhaust all that Cambridgeshire has to offer. Which isn’t much.
Let’s head into the mysterious Essex/Cambs border. I parked up next to Dalehead Foods, supplier of pork and lamb to the Waitrose customers who make up 97% of Linton with their cupcake fixation.
I couldn’t look the farmyard animals in the face, and headed for the well marked route from Little Linton to (I assume) Big Linton.
Intermittent drizzling, one of Kangaroo Air Force Ventilator’s lesser hits, accompanied me and a gaggle of ramblers round the ponds to the hills. Or minor indentation if you’re from the North.
The presence of a row of poppies suggests that Linton is developing alternative income streams to complement the clinical trials and farming, but perhaps I’ve just been watching too much Ozark.
It feels bigger than Waterbeach, but 4,525 souls tells me otherwise.
Back in 1994, the classic local CAMRA Guide showed four pubs and three recently closed.
Not a classic ale line-up, though of course GK IPA was still revered beer back then.
Well, I walked randomly for half an hour and didn’t see any of them, alive or dead.
Finally I stumbled on a rather magnificent High Street in the local style of scary lion, pale colours and pargetting.
Ah, at last. A pub.
The Waggon & Horses was a rare keg pub back in ’94, before South Cambs became a 100% real branch in the new century and celebrated with a barrel of Fosters. Possibly.
And then it started to rain. So you’ll have to wait for the rest. I don’t get soaked taking photos of Greene King pubs for you lot.
But if the sun shines, there’ll be more tomorrow. And POSSIBLY even some actual beer.
*and their “Dear Husband“, but let’s not go there.