Nine days to go and counting until life returns. I’m positive, even if I’ve yet to find a single person on CAMRA Discourse who intends to be in a pub on the 4th. They’re all too busy staying at home, saving pubs by slagging off Wetherspoons.
Another great village sign for Mark. I now know they were bought as a job lot from an industrial estate in Wrexham (Bass joke).
You don’t need the map or the Wiki page; the sign tells you it all. Two churches on the same hill,
a windmill, a water tower, and wheat fields that stretch for miles.
Actually, there’s TWO windmills, one of them clearly the stand-in in case that one in Buckinghamshire that got the Chitty Chitty Bang Bang gig got ill.
But the sign misses the famous puppy biscuits sign,
and the exciting stretch of the Devil’s Ditch where in 2010 I was rammed by a ram after saying “shoo” because Mrs RM was scared of some sheep. It hurt for days.
I walked for a couple of miles till I was attacked again, this time by a laser beam from the sun, as you can see in this photo.
One of the few bits of Cambridgeshire with any height, and even then it’s not taking you anywhere more exciting than Newmarket Racecourse.
But the area has some nice springy footpaths, and some excellent curtain twitching in the heart of the village, which is of course completely deserted.
841* people share the Red Lion, the only Bateman’s pub I can think of for miles and miles.
Some pubs have looked a little forlorn on my trips, but the Red Lion looks ready to roar back next Saturday.
NB If you were wondering, Nanna Mexico isn’t a Latin folkie or a drugs drop, it’s a burrito van.
*Only 15 people more than detested neighbour Swaffham Bulbeck, fact fans