I was very keen to bring you some unusual information about Metherell; this is the ENTIRE Wikipedia entry;
That’s a bit weak, isn’t it ? The description of the industrial estate in Waterbeach is longer.
Well, Metherell, let this be your chance to shine.
As with St John, I’d walk there if I was you…
That lane wasn’t the worst by any means; but it was the point when Mrs RM said “NO FURTHER“.
If only the Google Maps Sat Nav had a filter called “Avoid roads only madmen would drive down“.
I’m fairly sure this path was marked “Not suitable for wide vehicles“.
A sizeable straggle of a village, with upper and lower segments separated by the iconic Laurel & Hardy Statue.
With half an hour till noon opening at the Carpenter’s Arms (signposted off the A390 with no warning as to the journey ahead) we walked the bounds, and admired the sign on the electric fence translated into all languages except Australian.
Arriving at the pub on the dot of noon,
we found a delightful public house that had spent the summer writing signs.
You folk who wanted to see Ye Olde England dark wood and twisted beams are getting your money’s worth with this blog, aren’t you ?
Lovely pub, unfussy welcome, Radio 2 playing a bit TOO quiet (turn off or up), a top foamy pint of Otter (NBSS 3.5) to start the day….
….and no other customers. At 12.30 on a gorgeous Saturday lunchtime.
So, with no WiFi, we had to talk to each other. Again. No wonder pubs are dying.