“I went to Linton Zoo and all I came back with was a photo of a duck”

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I promised you I’d head back to Linton today and I rarely lie.

Linton

It wasn’t much brighter than Sunday, but I’m not going back a third time to take photos, even though the brewery tap where I thought I might get actual beer was closed.

Wylde Sky Taproom
Not a pub

To be honest, I need to be weaned off all this brewery tap and pub take-out nonsense. Judging by Discourse most of the CAMRAs won’t be rushing back inside pubs when they DO open and they’ll need professionals like me to be on top of their game.

The two pubs I missed last night don’t seem like the village boozer of CAMRA dreams; in fact they didn’t 20 years ago when I last popped in.

They do look appealing, in their way.  The vast Dog & Duck was delivering essentials boxes to the vulnerable; I’m not sure if a gallon of Greene King IPA counts as essential.

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Community pub
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Not as ubiquitous as it was, some villages bought their GK locals

The Crown loses a point for the sign but gets its back for the contours.  If you like pale beers from Oakham you’ll probably give it another point.

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Mixed bag at the former GBG Crown

The village is a mix of light industry, dormitory for Cambridge commuters and folk who work from home (before the virus).  The latter group may well be the ones who keep three pubs open all day on coffee and WiFi.

They live in houses like this one;

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Older than anything in Michigan or Minneapolis

If you pressed me, I’d say there’s nothing I like better than stumbling on a village for the first time and declaring it wonderful.  Maybole, say, or Thixendale.

I’d been to Linton a few times, but completely missed its beauty.

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The Mill
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The Brunning & Price
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Enormous church
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Pontiac
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The walks through cornfields that Theresa so enjoyed

Not just the vast collection of timber and faded grandeur, but a criss-cross of walks over ford and duck-filled streams that led to Linton Zoo, the bona fide tourist attraction.

I’d never been, don’t approve of zoos, but Simon had.

In fact, the animals were hiding from BRAPA in the brewery shed back in 1988, and although I walked round the grounds on the “Zoo walk footpath” I didn’t see or hear sight or sound of them, either.

Unless this is a lion and a zebra; I’m not great with animals.

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Perhaps the animals have been furloughed or are working from home. Or escaped down the A1052 to terrorise Saffron Walden like they did in Llandudno.

I had no desire to find out.

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Nothing suspicious about poppies at all

Great walks, and I think I may have found the Madchester “Mad for it” hat that Si lost here in 1988.

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10 thoughts on ““I went to Linton Zoo and all I came back with was a photo of a duck”

    1. Not running costs necessarily, but the rethatching costs a fortune, and I’m ALWAYS seeing plasterers and plumbers doing jobs in these villages before they head to the pub at 4 !

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  1. “I’m not sure if a gallon of Greene King IPA counts as essential”
    Or very wise..
    ” If you like pale beers from Oakham you’ll probably give it another point”
    Two polnts.

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