More posh Cambs now, as I give you the Saturday Coton & Madingley double bill.


You can actually walk from Coton through the University fields towards the Backs, but you’ll get run over by aggressive cyclists if you’re not careful.

Walkers really are second-class citizens in Cambridge; see how cyclists ignore the “Please dismount” signs.

Feel my anger.  Coton is an angry place too.

Boo to buses

The sound of gunshot keeps Mrs RM on her toes as we head through Mrs Bradford’s farm.  They’re not actually firing at Mrs RM, but I don’t tell her that.

It’s a prosperous village. Visit the Orchard Garden Centre to see how people who think Waitrose is too cheap live.

Inevitable windmill

The highlight of the half hour walk through the fields to Madingley is one of Cambridge’s premier tourist attractions, Stop 5 on the Double Decker Bus Route (Stop 3 is Spoons).


The American cemetery is built on the sort of hill you don’t think Cambridge has. Perhaps they imported it from Utah. It’s sombre and uplifting, even from outside.

A fair number of American visitors will have pressed on to Madingley, beautifully hidden off the new A428, and declared it “lil ol’ England“.


Reminiscent of Chiddingstone in West Kent, it’s barely more than a posh hall, a church, a village hall and a dining pub. Or it was before Lockdown.

More thatch
Photo :Michael Maggs
Make a good micropub

On the descent into the village I checked WhatPub in case the Three Horseshoes could offer a tempting takeaway option;

SmokeWorks Ribs cook at home kits. Order on line by 5 Thr. Collect Sat 1:15-1:45

That’s a no, then.

This is part of the Cambs Cuisine mini-chain that includes the Cock and the Crown & Punchbowl aimed at Pashmina Paulines rather than ragged retiredmartins.

Three Horseshoes – not a boozer

A fixture in the Good Pub Guide, not the Beery one, it’s been two decades since we popped in for seared shallots and Southwold. In fairness, both were tremendous.

Will the gentlefolk rush back to the quaint dining pub though ?

There was certainly of plenty of takeaway trade at the less formal Plough back in Coton.

They took the “O” away

No cask on, but the cheery Landlord confirmed his 4th July opening and I felt a rush of love for beleaguered village gastropubs.

I needed a sugar rush, so had a half of apple juice while Mrs RM sat under the shade of the oak on the village cricket pitch with a pint of artisan lager. I spoil that girl I really do*.

New Normal

She dispatched me to collect the car from a mile up the road in the Country Park.  I picked her up just as the heavens opened.  That’s the risk with outside drinking in England, but we better get used to it I suppose.


* Just as well as I did; she remembered it was our wedding anniversary at 11 that night. We both ALWAYS forget.

8 thoughts on “THE COTON REJECTS

  1. Happy belated anniversary. Ours was at the beginning of May; you’d be pleased I think– we celebrated with a large order of Indian takeaway. 🙂

    I reckon that “More thatch” building is remarkably lovely, even by English standards. Forgive me if the tech fails me on this, but here is a photo of the sort of thatched roof farm houses you can sometimes find in Japan, though you really have to get way out into the countryside, generally speaking:

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    1. When I taught English there back in the early 90s, the area where I lived had a fair number of such houses once you got out of the city. I was always intrigued by the wooden structure at the crest of the roof, which I reckon has a practical purpose, though I haven’t quite worked out what it is.


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