Plumbing the heights, or depths, of rural Cambs for you now.
From Longmeadow to Lode, and round the bounds of Swaffham Bulbeck.
You could have made it back across the Fens to Waterbeach in time for tea, but where’s the fun in that ?
I asked James what I should call this post. “Swaffham Boring” he replied. The lad needs coaching.
Beautiful weather once the dark clouds passed, but an overnight downpour meant emergency wet wear;
“Are you going to make a post out of Longmeadow (pop. 56), Dad ?”
No. Not when I can’t even find any reference to an 1800’s farmer’s tavern on Wiki and this is by far the best building in the lonely lane.
We moved the car to the car park in Swaffham Bulbeck (pop.826). The car park, thrillingly, has space for two cars, double the number needed.
There’s a pub here, and a Roman moat, and nice fontage,
and some of the best houses in the Fens, particularly in Commercial End, which is stunning.
But you’re here for wide open skies.
Lockdown is grim, but Nature seems to appreciate it, The air is cleaner and clearer than I can remember, and these flat walks are bearable, if still flat.
Which leaves us with the Black Horse.
I felt a pang of guilt walking up to snap the Charlie Wells sign (a rare Wells pub this far east).
In the summer of 1983 our group of Business Studies students used to drive here to drink Hofmeister (I guess) after a week of Maslow and Marketing, and a jolly village pub it was, too.
And it probably still is, and hopefully will be again soon.
But I’ve only been the once since that summer of “Club Tropicana” and “Give It Up” and “Uptown Girl”. Not my music choices, you understand.