Something for everyone now; folk who like old football programmes,
folk who like bunnies,
and folk who like cans of Lidl craft beer.
Yes, it’s 1958 in March; rather like 2020 in March to be honest.
There’s adverts for fish and chips, pork pies, Burberry,
a new build (1953) pub that’s now, ironically, run by Marston (top),
and of course the Chicken Run Gleanings, now confined to the Dark Web.
Definitely Fens, one of the larger Fenland towns in fact (22298 tortured souls, and one of the least visited.
My cousin lives in nearby Doddington and often pops in to March on his boat packed with craft cans.
We visited him on a memorable night in 2016, the last time I graced the town with my ticker.
Here’s Sis and Cous hiding in the Ship, one of two Guide regulars.
The beer was better than I expected on a Thursday night with a dozen locals in (we were March’s only tourists, ever). The pub was modernised but pleasant, with decent seating and beer mats already out.
That’s almost enough these day. A 60p portion of peanuts that was still feeding Mrs RM a day later pushed this into super-pub territory.
Our pre-emptive pick turned out to be the Griffin, a Stonegate pub, which was packed on a Thursday night.
I rated the Rev James quite good (NBSS 3), but I think the high tables and polite atmosphere coloured my sister’s less generous view. Having lived in Falmouth for a year, Sis’s expectations of beer quality are somewhat inflated.
But we agreed the Rose & Crown was special.
(Oddly, when BRAPA got here it was empty)
Some of my crowd were drinking this;
Which just left the curry.
All trips to provincial market towns must inevitably end with curry night in Wetherspoons.
Actually they really shouldn’t, particularly washed down with that Resin nonsense. Sis likes 13 Guns, and she has better taste in beer than I do.
So, unexpectedly high marks for March. Simon wasn’t quite so complimentary in 2018.