4th July, then. No, after YOU.
Politicians, radio hosts and royalty think all pubs look like this;
rather than this;
Oddly, the “Dyke” used to be the “King’s”, renamed for the ditch that takes you into Newmarket and “there be dragons” Suffolk.
It’s a destination pub, ideal for the Summer we hope will stretch beyond 4th July, and maintains a decent drinking area for the locals that the diners travelling out from Quy and Burwell probably don’t know exist.
358 souls can’t sustain a pub on pints of Adnams alone, of course, particularly when the only economic activity apart from the ancient Reach Fair is repainting the village sign and thatching retirees’ houses.
No facilities at all apart from the closed pub and a bus we’d missed. By about 3 days.
Plenty of those wide-open Fen skies you love so much, and a field full of aggressive looking cows near the twitchers.
I might pop back here next month to see if all the people who said they’d be rushing back to the pub are there at 1pm on a Wednesday.
I guess you know the answer.